Letra de Dëmon tied - Yeat

(I-I'm—)

(I-I'm—)

(I-I'm working on dying)

(BNYX)

Hmm

Woo-hoo, hmm, woo (Hmm)

Man, the devil been watching my ties, man, the devil been watching my eyes

When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown now

I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty-five (Five)

I'm knowing I had a fit (Fit), I'm changing the rules like a ref, hah

I grab on that bitch like a steel, I just clap on this bitch like a fiend, yeah

Pull up on the jet while it land

Pull up to LA with a bag, yeah

Pull up to New York with a stack (Yeah)

I just be quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag (Yeah)

Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar

Call up Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I'm pushing this bitch on the blacktop (Yeah, yes)

I dropped 500K, bitch, I tweak, did this shit all in my sleep (Swerve)

Made it back, two M's, yeah I don't sleep (Swerve, swerve)

On speed dial, bitch, yeah, you weak (Swerve, swerve)

I know when the world fuck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep (Swerve)

I run up the motherfuckin' M's, I'm touching a M each week

I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat

I told them to shut the fuck up, that all of their shit is so weak

Pull up and stab on they ass, pull up and pull up the grass, huh

I drop a mil' on a tab, but nah, I ain't paying it back, bitch (Uh)

I promise, lil' bitch, you'll get stabbed, I'm puttin' a fork in your back

I'm blowin' your bae up, huh, I'm callin' your pap, callin' your dad

It's time to collect, all of my money, all of my swag, I'm takin' it back

Shut your lil' mouth or shut the fuck up or shut your lil' trap (Shut your lil' trap)

I was just swervin' that Demon, was swervin' and dodgin' the motherfuckin' cops

You can pull up to my crib, and you gon' end up dead (Bah, bah)

Man, the devil been watching my ties, man, the devil been watching my eyes

When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown now

I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty-five (Five)

I'm knowing I had a fit, I'm changing the rules like a ref, hah

I grab on that bitch like a steel, I just clap on this bitch like a fiend, yeah

Pull up on the jet while it land

Pull up to LA with a bag

Pull up to New York with a stack

I just be quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag

Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar

Call up Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I'm pushing this bitch on the blacktop (Yeah, yes)

I dropped 500K, bitch, I tweak, did this shit all in my sleep

Made it back, two M's, yeah I don't sleep

On speed dial, bitch, yeah, you weak

(I'm knowin' the world fuck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep)

(I run up the motherfuckin' M's, I'm touching the M each week)

(I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat)

(Hmm, hmm)

(Hmm)

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