(Trap, you made that shit?) I'm on demon time Shiesty mask, gloves on, murder on my mind Spin this shit again, again, again 'til someone die Yeah, spin this shit again, again, again, I stay with my fire, nigga Yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it? I don't got no opps, these niggas fans, they think that we into it G-lock came with a fifty, I'll shoot a movie We got all type of Glocks, insane chops, it's Call of Duty Why is you speakin'? On that block tryna look for a reason G2C, it be changin' the season He want a prayer, my gun start preachin' I start buggin', the broom got a meanin' If I throw, bro, I bet he receive it If I don't catch wreck, word to bro, I'm not leavin' I'm tryna show him to make him believe it Like don't even need a revolver on scene Him and the shells gon' be leavin' together Blue slips like I came from the teller I'm tryna show 'em like who do it better I bet this hoodie cost more than your rent And it don't got no design on the sweater Like my lil' bro tryna get him Takin' them trips, it's smoother than a Tesla Three hundred a pair, Amiri jeans the only brand I wear Always in that shit, pay like six hundred for this denim tear You got somethin' small, I got somethin' big, it'll knock down a bear They don't want no smoke, you better wave that flag up in the air Yo, bro, why is you comin' outside and you loafin'? In this war, you supposed to be totin' 5ive tryna 48 like he is bronem Bro tryna walk off a board with the pole Hold on, I had to go out and coach him Put the pole to his head, then you- (Bro, put the pole to his head, then you smoke him) I'm on demon time Shiesty mask, gloves on, murder on my mind Spin this shit again, again, again 'til someone die Yeah, spin this shit again, again, again, I stay with my fire, nigga Yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it? I don't got no opps, these niggas fans, they think that we into it G-lock came with a fifty, I'll shoot a movie We got all type of Glocks, insane chops, it's Call of Duty