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Demon Talk
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Yhung T.O.
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Get to trippin' off that Remy, n***a Ayy, wanna stop me? Gon' have to kill me, n***a Tried to make these n***as feel me, n***a Now he gotta take it up with God when shells empty, n***a Real sh*t, n***a, don't call me gang if you won't drill sh*t Even back when I was broke, I used to feel rich I hang with some real slimes with some real Crips Catch a n***a at a show and we gon' still trip Well n***a, let's up that score up then Eight years old, I hit that mic and I been goin' in Felt like my music was goin' up 'cause I ain't score with man Them n***as shot at me 'bout Shiek, I tried to fold 'em in n***as know everybody hate when T.O. bounce out He was a casualty at war, he shouldn't have popped out I'm tired of all these n***as rappin' what they not 'bout Tryna up that thang but he was scared he was gon' get knocked out These n***as tellin', ask around, we really steppin' Only God knows who get sent up to heaven So when I see him again, I guess it's gon' be cool But I'ma step on n***as face before they put me on the news Slidin' through Atlanta, 'bout to drop some for my uncle Tried to run and they still on 'em Never should have f**ked with 'em, damn, I thought I told 'em Oh, that's them demons comin' 'round that corner Oh, that's a face shot? Oh sh*t, let that bass drop Tired of all these n***as rappin' 'bout these fake opps Thought he was a bad boy, said he can't stop Had to hit that n***a up and watch his face drop You wanna talk about the best, well let's get silly, b*t*h Two hundred-fifty for that deal, still tryna drill a b*t*h And I ain't worried 'bout the real, 'cause they gon' feel this sh*t But for you fans that's still confused, just let me say some sh*t We the ones that made 'em pop off Say if he go against the grain, get 'em knocked off The reason all this sh*t ending, said it's my fault Hole-in-one in a opp, n***a, but this not golf Rémy nice, I had to let go of them Henny nights If I ain't slid in a minute, don't be feelin' right Then I get depressed, n***a Like a rubber band, gang tryna stretch n***as Someone else sent someone wearin' that vest, n***a? Got these n***as in they feelings 'cause I left n***as I upped this Glock with this stock and let it bless n***as And I ain't trippin' 'cause it was times that I had less, n***a But I'm up now, they be stuck now All shooters in that truck now R.B.E. bussin' 'round my neck, b*t*h, this bussed down You and all them sucka n***as with you gon' get gunned down
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