Demons & Angels (feat. AB OnTopp & Jay Blzy)

I'm a demon but my bitch an angel I do what I want, She do as I say so Lyin' n' cappin', Please just stop it Don't trip over bitches I got too much options I know killers, scammers, trappers and robbers Ain't feelin' no stress dead all the problems Niggas ain't tryna step up to me You can come thru n' get stomped out Got an A-R in the hood Next we bringing the bombs out Bro got the beam with the flash We caught them kids had 'em doing the dash Getting this money, I'm in love with the cash I like my bitches skinny, pockets real fat Ain't do it to him cuz he ain't on shit No need for nun chunky my pocket got rocket My niggas on go no stoppin' Tom Brady pack touchdown You ain't from here, don't come 'round So many shootings used to gun sounds Real loud, big crowd, get ejected we foul Who town?, Our town Pop out, glocks out, Mop out GRRT POW Heard she f*ck with them kids so I'm dubbin' her shit AfterParty let me run in this b*tch It get OD like, Bitch come get on me like I'm hot off of the casa, send two shots straight to the mata Getting the bucks I been making 'em' lock up You know it get litty whenever we pop up Give af about a party you, you moving retarted Don't know what you started dummy Bitch I been off of Bacardi, I do it regardless So don't you be running from me And I got me a stack of them hunnits with me With G and Blzy they be dumping for me You ain't fucking with them?, Say sumn' to me I be spending money like it's nothing to me Oh we waiting to catch one Had 'em walking backwards Michael Jackson Oh no, you shouldn't have gassed 'em Move slow before it get tragic I'm like OK, just keep the same energy I got brothers nobody a friend of me Keep a choppa like my name is NLE I been copping these chains like 10 a piece Wanna hit that stain? Let's go bro I got nothing to lose it's lit Don't gotta tell you sheisty it get Tell ya whole block they not fucking with this Bitch its AB OnTopp not under And I been kickin' shit just like a punter Don't run don't trip you better not fumble This glizzy not shy it's bring the thunder First off I can't get into that He seen me in traffic he had to get smacked That nigga he chattin' he say he on backs That nigga already got packed He just like his bro that nigga some gas That nigga left in the past Ya shorty gon' trip she bussin the migos Shorty keep throwin' that ass My brother official you know he gon' get you Watch out this knock might blow off ya hat Said the kid with glasses got trashed Don't put me in the mix in fresh where I'm at Ya shorty a freak hoe, know a sneak hoe Tell her come link on the Ave She bussin the WAP know she fast She do anything for the cash You can call up your -ex We can link on the black, that nigga get stomped on the grass I really go hard in this shit, put my heart in this shit I really can't wait for that bag If you my brother you apart of this shit Keep firin' shit them niggas can't catch Niggas try creep yo Brodie gon box Niggas try heat sumn' but that nigga a dummy Stay with two Glocks you know that's a threesome Nigga talk hot you know we gon' beat 'em You know we gon beat 'em like