DEMON TIMING

Slide Slide Aye, I said f*ck my auntie's son That nigga ain't my cousin, he a whore I told Brody, call the Navy up We bout to go to war I made 37 million plays without a single award And we was always making plays So all my demons on the board Throw up a five, this shit forever Get it tatted on my sleeve I feel like Shiesty G, but you won't see me posting RIPs I roll a wood and light it good I take a hit and then I breathe Damn, I'm too hot up in this bitch Open that door, light it in a breeze Yeah, I know he's still my blood, but I stay screaming f*ck my cousin Slimy nigga from my opposition block, he got to runnin Steady mentioning my name in all your songs You not a hunnid, go pick up a gun And slide out right before we get to gunning Oh, you thought that I was done Well, let's go f*ck that nigga Bryson Steady all up in my inbox, I ain't never seen you fighting I'ma it you with a hook and knock you out just like I'm Tyson And I said this all before, but I'm back on my demon timing Call up Maya, I need my 400 back before we slide She said, I don't do no refunds So don't waste your fucking time So I'm like bet then I bang the line I call up Goofy, get the pipe, we slide out We gon' end this bitch's life So let's bring out his lil' homie, let him see what we been working with We some niggas from the Lou, so we don't do that serpant shit Slimy ass, scamming ass, niggas never been legit But 20 bands up on that nigga head So bro finished it Aye, I said f*ck my auntie's son That nigga ain't my cousin, he a whore I told Brody, call the Navy up We bout to go to war I made 37 million plays without a single award And we was always making plays So all my demons on the board Throw up a five, this shit forever Get it tatted on my sleeve I feel like Shiesty G, but you won't see me posting RIPs I roll a wood and light it good I take a hit and then I breathe Damn, I'm too hot up in this bitch Open that door, light it in a breeze We got bombs up in this bitch, just like we run the Taliban 20 million for a ransom, send the money on demand Like Osama, you been lacking, life gon run you 20 bands We spun to this block, he wasn't there We spun back to get his friend Call me a virgin, by the pussy never on my mind All these niggas in my inbox, I ain't even got the time I told Brody, take a note, I'ma make it with my rhymes I been spazzing on this mic since I was 10, I'm on my grind All my haters really petty, tryna see me in a hearse N.M.I.O.R, I'm about to put that shit back in the dirt I been smoking that Bryson Pack I know his mom hurt And I ain't ever been a singer, don't compare my hash to Durk Aye, I said f*ck my auntie's son That nigga ain't my cousin, he a whore I told Brody, call the Navy up We bout to go to war I made 37 million plays without a single award And we was always making plays So all my demons on the board Throw up a five, this shit forever Get it tatted on my sleeve I feel like Shiesty G, but you won't see me posting RIPs I roll a wood and light it good I take a hit and then I breathe Damn, I'm too hot up in this bitch Open that door, light it in a breeze