CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sneak Dissa
Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Brrt, brrt)
Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Gang, gang)
808 Mafia
I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior)
When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin'
Know that b*t*h a cheater, give no f**k, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah)
Sneakin' through your hood (Skrrt), don't give no f**k 'bout sneak disses (Boop, boop-boop-boop-boop)
Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it)
Caught a n***a broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go)
You's a sneak dissa, pu**y, you's a sneak dissa
Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest in Peace picture (Fool, oh really?)
You be talkin', but you really sweet, n***a
p*ss all on your grave, you can't rest in peacе, n***a
Shooters on the west, shootеrs on the east, n***a
My b*t*h just like me, yeah, she like to creep, n***a
I ain't talkin' bout cheatin', I go creep and see, n***a
Shot up, now his homie screamin', "Please breathe, n***a"
Tried to warn you, I ain't one to beef with you
Light him up, he glowed up, yeah, we Chief Keef n***as (Let's go)
Slump his ass over, he gon' need help, dawg
Choppa caught his ass in traffic, knocked his seatbelt off
I don't pay full price for bodies, I get retail, n***a (I get retail)
I just rolled your dead homie, how that weed smell, n***a?
Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Gang, gang)
808 Mafia
I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior)
When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin'
Know that b*t*h a cheater, give no f**k, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah)
Sneakin' through your hood (Skrrt), don't give no f**k 'bout sneak disses (Boop, boop-boop-boop-boop)
Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it)
Caught a n***a broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go)
You's a sneak dissa, pu**y, you's a sneak dissa
Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest in Peace picture (Fool, oh really?)
You be talkin', but you really sweet, n***a
p*ss all on your grave, you can't rest in peacе, n***a
Shooters on the west, shootеrs on the east, n***a
My b*t*h just like me, yeah, she like to creep, n***a
I ain't talkin' bout cheatin', I go creep and see, n***a
Shot up, now his homie screamin', "Please breathe, n***a"
Tried to warn you, I ain't one to beef with you
Light him up, he glowed up, yeah, we Chief Keef n***as (Let's go)
Slump his ass over, he gon' need help, dawg
Choppa caught his ass in traffic, knocked his seatbelt off
I don't pay full price for bodies, I get retail, n***a (I get retail)
I just rolled your dead homie, how that weed smell, n***a?
