Lucifer Lyrics

Platinum records in my throwaways

Nowadays I'm active every minute, got no time to waste

My bitch manic but the gang tight

Fuck your album, it scared the hoes, you just spat lies

Understand that her daddy don't approve of me

I'm evil b, she popped thizz, now she seeing 2 of me

Told the plugski I'm pulling up and I need 2 or 3 bags

It's all good man, nobody's suing me

Better call him though

Get no answer hoe

Cannot answer those

I'm Yung Shizzalo 'cuz my OG done passed the torch

I'ma light this hoe, hold the smoke, play a show

Fuck a afterparty hoe

Go back to my BnB,

2 of them but 1 of me

Ruined make-up, foundation on my white Tee

It's not a trap house baby

My dawgs just like to bring money every time they come and visit me

They talking 'bout laugh now cry later

I'm on some; High now, I might die later

We broke it off, she went and bought a vibrator

I'll pull up for a bit, I gotta catch a flight later

My girl crying, said my tone aggressive

Obsessive, I told you, I'm not the type to mess with

Unfaithful, you guessed it

She said: Why every time you got something good, you gotta go and waste it?

That's a statement

But I'm blazing

High all the time baby

I smoke that good shit

I'm on some hood shit

Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate

And lighter I'll spark shit

They don't know, they never did

Never tried, meanwhile our status is we never quit

You just wasn't adequate

Shorty sucks dick but she telling me she celibate

Telling her it's YSL, but she's never heard of it

3 sessions 1 night, all of 'em I'm spazzing

They can do it too but I just do it in fashion

Found my next target, now I'm thinking action

They heard shano's dropping nobody's relaxing

I'm free tonight baby, just depends who's asking

They was talking shit so we pulled up on their asses

Dawgie got a hot temper, he don't fuck with masses

I don't fuck with crowds neither, but I keep my manners

(?) where the stories get told from

Always stay cold even when they go and try some

Dumb shit, ain't no fuck shit

Slattski's dropping off a pack quick

Then we're hitting up the function

Flappers & philosophers

slappers on the monitors

You don't like us but your girlfriend sure fucks with us

Never try your luck with us

They all wanna turn around, treat me like a foreigner

I'm telling you I'm Lucifer