[Intro]
We don't throw away no watches no time wasted
I be walking like I'm on a mission but we not pacin
If we took you for your shit boy that's my paper
I got some demons on me dressed up like angels
[Chorus]
Damn, I'm in the vert but we not racing
Know some niggas gonna talk but they not gangster
How the fuck you claim shooters you was not banging
Bitch you had your eyes closed you was not aiming
He jumped in the warzone and he got lasered
Slowed down in these streets when I caught cases
You see me pull off in that demon better not chase it
They ain't tryna get smack these niggas clout chasin
[Verse 1]
Fuck your function we shoot that whole shit up
Your neck ain't even lit I'm disappointed hoe get up
40 thousand off of two features got my chain lit up
Pass you on the highway and turn your Tahoe into a pickup
All he seen was flashes all he heard was fire works
Beats was whippin on the stove taught me how to fire work
Heard you caught a couple smacks but I'm not impressed
Cause you ain't never get a bag you ain't gotta check
Broke you in a lot of debt
Speeding in the demon hope my angels watching over me
Posted in the trenches I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be
30 deep and got a lot of hitters close to me
And they gon let it go for me on anyone opposing me
Give a fuck if you got it I need everything you sold to me
Stick my chest out they was tryna cold shoulder me
Stuck it on the gram and caught a case he sung like Jodecy
On the road of life I let my intuition chauffeur me
It's a cold world but the Bently keep me hot
On the Vegas strip 3 hoes, me and Dot
Connected in Milan I just put my bitch in private
She trapped at the Ramad and now I'm hot as molten lava, Blanco
[Chorus]
Damn, I'm in the vert but we not racing
Know some niggas gonna talk but they not gangster
How the fuck you claim shooters you was not banging
Bitch you had your eyes closed you was not aiming
He jumped in the warzone and he got lasered
Slowed down in these streets when I caught cases
You see me pull off in that demon better not chase it
They ain't tryna get smack these niggas clout chasin
[Verse 2]
In the demon with my demons got the drop on em
Heard he got that shit up in the crib he got a watch on him
We gon sit outside his shit for days we gon walk on him
Back him in a spot he try to fight us we gon pop on him
Then we sildin dipping away from sirens
Ain't nothing else to do if they come and get you keep it quiet
Fuck 100 sheep I'm outside with 10 lions
And everytime we slide we always leave a mother crying
Cause I got 10 in the clip buss one that's a thompson
I got 60 shots I'm better in this whip when I'm in Boston
She might think I got it on me by the size of this Johnson
I been running through her mind all day she exhausted
Every day I'm sharper pour the 8th of the woky
We the ones that make them birds fly ask Poppy
Posted on the corner by the store ask aunty
Hollow tips out this glizzy beat a nigga like Rocky
[Chorus]
Damn, I'm in the vert but we not racing
Know some niggas gonna talk but they not gangster
How the fuck you claim shooters you was not banging
Bitch you had your eyes closed you was not aiming
He jumped in the warzone and he got lasered
Slowed down in these streets when I caught cases
You see me pull off in that demon better not chase it
They ain't tryna get smack these niggas clout chasin damn