Rich Dunk, DaBaby - DEMON lyrics

On God (Henney Major, you going crazy)
(Twofold Jack, this fire) the fuck?

That boy a pussy, I know, I done seen it
(Ha ha) i switched up the engine
This bitch like a demon (yeah)
I just tint the window
Still ride with my nina
I'm still blowin' reefer, I do shit illegal
Just wanna rap and take care of my people
(On God) never been a snitch, I don't know
I ain't seen 'em (Uh, uh)
I swerve through the hood and
Spend time with my people
This bitch like a party
I turned up the speakers (Grah, baow, baow)

You reach for my chain
Then you gon' meet this heater (The fuck?)
She not a keeper, I call her an eater (Ha ha)
I'm way overseas smokin' overseas reefer


(Okay) bitch, I had the key back
When I was wearing Adidas (On God)
Do bad by myself, so a ho, I don't need her
(I don't need her)
I count my own bands, accountant ain't needed
(Let me get it) show love to my fans
Takin' pictures and greetin' them (Look)
My niggas hotter than hot like
The heat with them (Uh)
Your bitch gon' fuck when she see
Him 'cause I be with them (On God)
We was just broke together
Now I eat with them
It's not a race, that's on God
I don't compete with them (Uh, uh)
My niggas work, eat, ain't no leech in here
(Dope)
You can get shot, murked just for bein' here
(The fuck?) he love them Percs
I don't know what he see in them
My fault, blood
I don't know what he G in him
Come from the bottom
I feel like I'm P and them
(yeah, yeah, yeah) free my boy Smitty
I wish I could be with him (Free Smitty)
I do this for my city
I put on for foe and them (Ayy, Charlotte)
He move an inch and we might
As well blow at him (Ayy, shoot)
Put that on God, it's a gun on my shoulder
(On God) rest in peace Matt 'cause I
Know he'd go with me (Rest in peace)
Niggas I grew up with right
At the show with me
(They stay right at the show)

That boy a pussy, I know, I done seen it
(Ha ha) i switched up the engine
This bitch like a demon (yeah)
I just tint the window
Still ride with my nina
I'm still blowin' reefer, I do shit illegal
Just wanna rap and take care of my people
(On God) never been a snitch, I don't know
I ain't seen 'em (Uh, uh)
I swerve through the hood and
Spend time with my people
This bitch like a party
I turned up the speaker (Grah, baow, baow)

Please don't get me started, yeah
Take that nine, put it on a artist, yeah
Young nigga shootin' up your party
Fuck around, show 'em how we
Do it up in Charlotte, yeah
I ain't wanna deal with the feelings
I bought the head hit her good
She walked out like The Walking Dead
He's somewhere loaded up strapped with a F&N
These niggas goin' out sad like
They lost a friend
We ain't goin' like that over hoes
I'll never be one of these
Rap niggas' wannabe bros (Uh, uh uh)
Talk to me, watch your lil' tone
I just made eight hundred thousand
Off two or three shows (Let's go)
How he pull up, them two or three hoes?
(Zoom) what's the memo? Bitch, anything goes
Say she like how I'm puttin' it on (M-m-m)
Icing on me like a cinnamon roll
I ain't type of nigga ever trip 'bout a
Bitch, I'll politely pull up on a nigga
Give him his ho
Like, "Here, know your boy gon' have a fit
Don't let him know" (Shh) real nigga, babe
You know I'm stickin' to the code (Let's go)
I ain't gon' tell him I put it in your throat
(Woo) or sat back and let you
Ride dick on your toes
Left out in the morning with
Your pussy on my clothes (Shh)
You better let the pussy nigga know

That boy a pussy, I know, I done seen it
(Ha ha) i switched up the engine
This bitch like a demon (yeah)
I just tint the window
Still ride with my nina
I'm still blowin' reefer, I do shit illegal
Just wanna rap and take care of my people
(On God) never been a snitch, I don't know
I ain't seen 'em (Uh, uh)
I swerve through the hood and
Spend time with my people
This bitch like a party
I turned up the speaker (Grah, baow, baow)