Demons - Mar90s, Lancey Foux

My demon just did a drill

He dozed off like Benadryl

Get popped like a fucking pill

Get popped like a fucking zit

Give me the word and I send the blitz

You know who I’m running with

You know how I’m coming, bitch

Take a whole brick and we bust down

Look at the ice, yeah, it’s bust down

Look at this thottie, sh bust down

She know that niggas is up now

She know that niggas is up-up

Crib on the top and it cam with a butler

Break a bitch down, yeah, that’s though love

I been hanging 'round with demons lately, yeah, yeah

I been hanging 'round with demons lately, yeah, yeah

Big Glocks, don’t do .380s, yeah, yeah

I been hanging 'round with demons lately, yeah, yeah

Yeah, nigga get smoked like a Backwood

Nigga get smoked like some Fronto

At the top of the condo

French bitch like, «Bonjour»

Yeah, I’m turning your bitch to a whore

Uh, I’m turning your bitch to a whore

Yeah, I’m turning your bitch to a whore

Yeah, I’m turning your bitch to a whore

Yeah, you know we ready for war

Watch that back door

Uh, watch that back door

Uh, in my own lane like I’m Tory

Uh, I’m shooting at bitches like Tory

Uh, fuck the judge, fuck the jury

Uh, I gotta pay my attorney, yeah

I been hanging 'round with demons lately, yeah, yeah

I been hanging 'round with demons lately, yeah, yeah

Big Glocks, don’t do .380s, yeah, uh

I been hanging around with demons lately, uh, yeah, yeah

I been hanging around with demons lately, yeah, yeah

Big Glocks, don’t do .380s, yeah

Uh, got a bad ting going crazy

Took her out to Paris, then flew to the south of Spain

Uh, she gotta have an accent when she say my name (Woo)

Too many baddies and characters, I can’t stay the same (Yeah, yeah)

I gotta call my barrister, she been tryna claim me, yeah

Rich nigga playing my cards right, ace of spades (Yeah, yeah)

Rich nigga let my card decline, got racks in my briefs (Yeah, yeah)

Under my tee, inside of the Jeep seat (Yeah, yeah)

Got baddies in threes, I can’t Adam and Eve

Them boys, they can’t be talking to me

Must be embarrassed to speak

I had a treacherous week

On Monday, I had to cut off a leech

On Sunday, I put baddie to sleep

By Monday, she had to go back to the streets

Relegation, then I go top of the league

I’m waiting, stainless steel on my seat

She Bajan, I just wan' go by the sea

Jamaican, I just might jump in the tree

She taken, but she still fucking with me

My Haitians ride with the māthā

I’m sliding, doing the cha-cha

Keep on lying, hakuna matata (Yeah, yeah)