My Lil Demon

808 go down Marvel, you a deadbeat DJ Flair, make the money flair Run it up to a chicken and chicken. I call JP. We gon' hop in the Bentley. You can't see in it The windows, they tinted. Ice on me, yeah, it's complimented. Ballin' on him like Donovan Mitchell. That's how your head'll get shot in the gristle I'm one of the ones, I'm not superficial, but I am original, painted in visuals. Add it up We gon' cop the residuals. Got the game wrapped in a figure four. Plenty of hoes, I'm fuckin', I'm a gigolo My favorite one's the Stanley Pitcher, so I be trappin' from Cali to Bigelow. Taste like starbursts, what I'm sippin' on Be with James Murder, we get searched though. Rollin' up some hay, that's the purple dough. Got the Draco and the cohort We gon' paint the picture like Mozart. I ain't mad to hear you got poor art We gon' get it done before dirt. Hope they free all of my niggas off sentences. No more slacking We open up businesses. Tell the fans we ain't worried about witnesses. Can't tell my shooter don't whack all the kids again I was outside jumping up and down in this ratchet hoe. She gon' do you ugly. You can't see it coming out that Prada coat She my lil' d-man, my lil' d-man. Say I'm proud of her. They be cappin', they lie the most. We get it poppin' like July the 4th We get it poppin' like July the 4th We get it poppin' like July the 4th She my d-man, my d-man My lil' d-man, my d-man, yeah Hop out the coupe, be up in the trenches. Sendin' letters to the bye-bye fences. They see me winning, now they in they feelings I be rappin', they be thinkin' I'm Kendrick. F*ck a record label, I'm independent. Throwin' VVS's, stones in a pendant. Doin' 200 miles in a Hemi They lovin' my style, this ain't no gimmick. Capital One, I fucked up the limit. We got spent on Dior, that lil' Givenchy Get her nails done, buy her some Remy. Pockets obese, rockin' these skinnies. Shorty bad, she from the Dominicans Beat it up while watchin' CNN. Pussy so drunk, she gotta pee again. Wet, wet, she gotta pee again I was outside, jumpin' up and down in this ratchet hoe. She gon' do you ugly, you can't see it comin' out that Prada coat She my lil' d-man, my lil' d-man. Say I'm proud of her. They be cappin', they lie the most. We get it poppin' like July the 4th We get it poppin' like July the 4th We get it poppin' like July the 4th She my d-man, my d-man My lil' d-man, my d-man, yeah She my d-man, my d-man From my block to your block Girl Yeah