DEMONS ft. HS Dro Lyrics

Backseat inna AMG I'm tryna get busy

Tell em we can go wherever girl just roll with me

Power come with money so this month I'm tryna hold 50

Crashing out about the bitch he ain't get no pity

I can show you how to live ain't into all the extra but I still go to the club and throw your rent

Tequila freak no she ain't sipping on no gin

The way she put it on me can't believe this bitch ain't asking me for shit

But all that make me wanna do is throw these bands on you

You say he don't put you in the mood just let me know when you through

I'm in the backstreet sliding ain't no room cause this a coupe

She brought a friend fuck it we can make some room

Always tryna have your cake and eat it too

You niggas greedy never learn from every time you lose

They all know me where we at ain't gotta introduce

Ain't gotta fake nothing with me I just rather you choose

Where the liquor at let's toast up

I need me a blunt somebody roll up

Only 3's in this bitch you can't come in if you don't know one

Say she been loving the gang well gone and show us

That's why every time they see a nigga balling tryna score some

Whatever you niggas selling we don't need it

(we don't need it)

Only bad bitches in here they all demons

(yeah she a demon)

The shit we doing lately you wouldn't believe it

Got niggas crashing out and you gon' run your mouth give them a reason

It's only bad hoes in here and every last one on go

I walked in with all ones left every last one on the floor

I started off with hand-me-downs now I drop bands on the clothes

Started off in her close friends ended up in her throat like how predictable

She say she can't stand me I'm despicable

Was up like 20 racks in 12th grade just ask the principal

She told me I must think I'm hot shit cause I rap

I had to laugh bitch I been hot shit since way before that

But this ain't cockiness or arrogance it's factual statements

I'm back to the basics get a bag blow it replace it

I'm not new to this I'm true to this a veteran baby

Shit I been balling so long I need a letterman baby

You know it's all in the mindset all in the grind

Got bad hoes sending paragraphs it's all in the fine print

Circle full of bosses cause it's all about environment

Let's run it up forever give a fuck about retirement

Where the liquor at let's toast up

I need me a blunt somebody roll up

Only 3's in this bitch you can't come in if you don't know one

Say she been loving the gang well gone and show us

That's why every time they see a nigga balling tryna score some

Whatever you niggas selling we don't need it

(we don't need it)

Only bad bitches in here they all demons

(yeah she a demon)

The shit we doing lately you wouldn't believe it

Got niggas crashing out and you gon' run your mouth give them a reason