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Demigod
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Mook
Featuring(s) : Mook
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Me and my n***as still catching them flights We don’t even stay in the city All went Vegas to chill with some t**ties All in the section with 100s and 50s, you ain’t f**king with me I’m auto, no semi, Ain’t God, I’m a demi I hopped on the flight extra late My n***as had came in the city TSA they just be bugging He tryna land with the pillies Just came from Philly , Just started tripping, I’m not talking bout being mad Trapped for a living, been living so trapped, in a city, that just filling up with some rats What the f**k is you talking bout n***a? Get me mad I’ll hulk out on you n***a Oh my bad, I keep adding some fillers Just give me a minute to chill in the Villa I need a b*t*h to relate to me Put food on my plate, bake a cake for me If I’m in a jam catch a case for me How I’m looking for you and you chasing me? We just be running in circles, stuck in like a gerbil, two straps like I’m Eurkle, I’m taking the reigns Sipping on purple, no nurple, come ride on a surfboard, I know that you want catch the wave I just been feeling like Boogie and Hopsin, I got on my hoodie and I’m still getting caught in the rain You can’t relate to my pain, I hop in a foreign with Rico, he love him that Benz with the b*t*h that be saying his name You is a lame , pu**y a** n***a can’t hang, you gon remember my name, hop on a flight, I gotta go catch me a plane Me and my n***as still catching them flights We don’t even stay in the city All went Vegas to chill with some t**ties All in the section with 100s and 50s, you ain’t f**king with me I’m auto, no semi, Ain’t God, I’m a demi I hopped on the flight extra late My n***as had came in the city TSA they just be bugging He tryna land with the pillies I can’t really trust these n***as no more N***a you can kick it in the Dojo I’m pa**ing bullets n***a, Tony Romo SBML, can’t you tell? I’m riding solo Never let a n***a or a b*t*h get too close Number 9 on my hip, like I’m Rondo 30 clip, hot shells, feed him hallows If a n***a f**king with my money, then he gotta go Lil b*t*h, im a runner, I stay on the road N***a f**k Billy, son Shine’s the goat Get to this money is all that I know What you need? Bet I got it in the low-low Pack touchdown, do my dance, imma showboat Call me Santa always keep around three ho’s Got a white b*t*h sipping lean out the Hydro How low can you go? Baby limbo Girls in girls, room looking like a rainbow (That pu**y was bomb, C4) Too much drip, he gon need a f**king raincoat ATF tryna hit me with a R.I.C.O Gang unit tripping, cause I’m always throwing C-Notes Keep quiet, cause this sh*t could get lethal N***as getting left, cause they wanna play a hero Now the cops mad, tryna find Nemo, huh Me and my n***as still catching them flights We don’t even stay in the city All went Vegas to chill with some t**ties All in the section with 100s and 50s, you ain’t f**king with me I’m auto, no semi, Ain’t God, I’m a demi I hopped on the flight extra late My n***as had came in the city TSA they just be bugging He tryna land with the pillies I run it up Don’t you go ask bout the drink in my cup Think you can top me you sh*t outta luck I think I’m giannis I might gotta buck We in the cities come hop in the truck All typa bitties, we don’t give a f**k About any you n***as, we up it and bust it These b*t*hes tripping, don’t come ring my buzzer When you just been drinking, and sloppy and f**king I just been creeping and lurking and hunting Hoping I catch me a n***a for something I was just hiding away in shadows, I’m waiting for him to walk up, lemme dump him I’m waiting for him just to notice or something Sh*t get too crazy, you might have to jump in No Patric Swazi, cause we some outsiders and my homie sliding, and ready to up it F**k is you talkin’ bout? I put the team on my back I can see straight through the gla** I had to run it up, cause they want me to slack Don’t even trip about it, and you better man up, and don’t b*t*h about it, yeah we don’t gotta talk if you really ‘bout it, yeah I tell him run up if he really ‘bout it, yeah Me and my n***as still catching them flights We don’t even stay in the city All went Vegas to chill with some t**ties All in the section with 100s and 50s, you ain’t f**king with me I’m auto, no semi, Ain’t God, I’m a demi I hopped on the flight extra late My n***as had came in the city TSA they just be bugging He tryna land with the pillies
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