Demon ft. Chapo Lyrics

This my city I run dis bitch, come see bout me

You dont want no problems, forreal

Dis chapo, ahh

Look in my eyes you can see that im wicked

Been through the most but I cant be specific

Run up a check should I save it or spend it

See a bitch that I like and I might go to trickin

She give up the throat I might buy her a pendant

Put some racks in her purse, turn that bitch independent

Leave her I go ghost fade away like im Penny

Got so many choices, got so many options

Trynna rip me out my PSDs like unboxing

.40 on my waist throw a hook like im boxing

They say I exceeded confidence, im cocky

Want to see me slow down cut the brakes I aint stopping

The rap game in my hands run you over like Shockey

In the booth beat the beat up like my name was Rocky

In the booth it get hot bitch it feel like the tropics

I feel like the migos the way that im flowing

Do the work of 3 people so my pockets growing

See sum that I like drop a bag and I own it

Catch a vibe lookin at me, I know that she goin

Told the bitch bring her friends cause I know that they hoein

Say they all freaks but I want them to show me

Turn the lights off, the flash on they get to performing

All my opps is frozen

They hiddin' out like Covid

Hanging where there snow is

These racks it keep on blowin

They all say I'm chosen

My Veins is tough they know it

When it's cold I blow it

My Circle tight winners only

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Take back what you told me

My options going lonely

Every time she break me

And say that I be holy

Options that you choosing

Make a life you ruined

All the things I ruined

My head gets so empty

Something's that you doing

It's getting to my head (head)

Break me down and pour me up

It's hurting me with lead (no)

Ain't never wanna listen

These glocks is what I'm kissing

Hiding me from all the lies

You think I really missed em' (why)

Oh Bring me down (oh)

Oh Hold me down (oh)

Never look at me

You see me when I'm not around

My pictures going through your brain

I know you really see it now

Take back all the things you said

The truth is I'm a gone-er

Tell me that you miss me

Your sores are getting glitchy

Hard to cover who you are

I see when it get risky

Heart broken so that boy

Think that I hate him (no)

Never saw the picture

What it was

It could not save em