Demon Lyrics Rich Dunk

On God!
(Henney Major, You Going Crazy)
(Twofold Jack, This Fire)
The Fuck?

That Boy A Pussy, I Know, I Done Seen It
I Switched Up The Engine
This Bitch Like A Demon, Yeah!
I Just Tint The Window
Still Ride With My Nina
I'm Still Blowing Reefer, I Do Shit Illegal
Just Wanna Rap And Take Care Of My People (On God)
Never Been A Snitch, I Don't Know, I Ain't Seen Them
I Swerve Through The Hood And Spend Time With My People
This Bitch Like A Party
I Turned Up The Speakers
(Grah, Baow, Baow)

You Reach For My Chain, Then You Gon' Meet This Heater
(The Fuck?)
She Not A Keeper, I Call Her An Eater
I'm Way Overseas Smokin' Overseas Reefer
Bitch, I Had The Key Back When I Was Wearing Adidas
(On God)
Do Bad By Myself, So A Ho, I Don't Need Her
(I Don't Need Her)
I Count My Own Bands, Accountant Ain't Needed
(Let Me Get It)

Show Love To My Fans
Taking Pictures And Greeting Them (Look)
My Niggas Hotter Than Hot Like The Heat With Them
Your Bitch Gone Fuck When She See Him
Because I Be With Them (On God)
We Was Just Broke Together, Now I Eat With Them
It's Not A Race, That's On God
I Don't Compete With Them

My Niggas Work, Eat, Ain't No Leech In Here (Dope)
You Can Get Shot, Murked Just For Bein' Here
(The Fuck?)
He Love Them Percs, I Don't Know What He See In Them
My Fault, Blood, I Don't Know What He G In Him
Come From The Bottom, I Feel Like I'm P And Them
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Free My Boy Smitty, I Wish I Could Be With Him
(Free Smitty)

I Do This For My City, I Put On For Foe And Them
(Aye, Charlotte)
He Move An Inch And We Might As Well Blow At Him
(Aye, Shoot)
Put That On God, It's A Gun On My Shoulder
(On God)
Rest In Peace Matt Because I Know He'd Go With Me
(Rest In Peace)
Niggas I Grew Up With Right At The Show With Me
(They Stay Right At The Show)

That Boy A Pussy, I Know, I Done Seen It
I Switched Up The Engine, This Bitch Like A Demon
I Just Tint The Window, Still Ride With My Nina
I'm Still Blowin' Reefer, I Do Shit Illegal
Just Wanna Rap And Take Care Of My People
(On God)

Never Been A Snitch, I Don't Know, I Ain't Seen Them
I Swerve Through The Hood And Spend Time With My People
This Bitch Like A Party, I Turned Up The Speaker
(Grah, Baow, Baow)

Please Don't Get Me Started
Take That Nine, Put It On A Artist
Young Nigga Shooting Up Your Party
Fuck Around, Show Them How We Do It Up In Charlotte
I Ain't Wanna Deal With The Feelings, I Bought The Head
Hit Her Good, She Walked Out Like The Walking Dead
He's Somewhere Loaded Up Strapped With A F&N
These Niggas Goin' Out Sad Like They Lost A Friend
We Ain't Goin' Like That Over Hoes
I'll Never Be One Of These Rap Niggas' Wannabe Bros
Talk To Me, Watch Your Little Tone
I Just Made Eight Hundred Thousand Off Two Or Three Shows
(Let's Go)

How He Pull Up, Them Two Or Three Hoes?
What's The Memo? Bitch, Anything Goes
Say She Like How I'm Putting It On
Icing On Me Like A Cinnamon Roll
I Ain't Type Of Nigga Ever Trip 'bout A Bitch
I'll Politely Pull Up On A Nigga, Give Him His Ho
Like, "Here, Know Your Boy Gone Have A Fit
Don't Let Him Know"
Real Nigga, Babe
You Know I'm Sticking To The Code
(Let's Go)

I Ain't Gone Tell Him I Put It In Your Throat
Or Sat Back And Let You Ride Dick On Your Toes
Left Out In The Morning With Your Pussy On My Clothes
You Better Let The Pussy Nigga Know

That Boy A Pussy, I Know, I Done Seen It
I Switched Up The Engine, This Bitch Like A Demon
I Just Tint The Window, Still Ride With My Nina
I'm Still Blowing Reefer, I Do Shit Illegal
Just Wanna Rap And Take Care Of My People
(On God)

Never Been A Snitch, I Don't Know
I Ain't Seen Them
I Swerve Through The Hood And Spend Time With My People
This Bitch Like A Party, I Turned Up The Speaker
(Grah, Baow, Baow)