Run up on me, you ain't sleepin for the night

The devil on my phone when its hittin midnight

I got demons pullin up, and they burning red lights

I'm not 666 but I swear its on sight

I keep counting up, spent 400 on a pack

Bought a whip, 6 figs, and that shit be all black

And when I floor it bitch I better be see you running track

Me and my homies getting ready to motherfuckin attack

Want the product bitch I got it I'm with the shits and narcotics

Fuck around bitch yeah we cop it ill run up on you with chopsticks

Selling molly and bricks, no we not extendo on the clips

Make you spin like a barrel I'm actin devious, shit