CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Demigod
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
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
