Rich Dunk ft. DaBaby - DEMON Lyrics

On God
(Henney Major, you goin' crazy!)
(Twofold Jack)
The fuck?

That boy a pussy, I know I done seen it (haha)
I switched up the engine, this bitch like a Demon (yeah)
I just tint the window, stay 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 turn up the speakers (blaow, blaow, blaow)

You reach for my chain, then you gon' meet this heater (the fuck?)
She not a keeper, I call her a eater (haha)
I'm way overseas smokin' overseas reefer (okay)
Bitch, I had to kickback when I went to 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, they need it (let me get)
Show love to my fans, take us pictures and greetin' (look)
And my niggas hot, they hot like the heat with them (uh)
Your bitch gon' fuck when she see 'cause I be with them (on God)
We was just broke together, now I eat with them
It's not a race, it's on God, I don't compete with them (uh-uh)
My niggas work, it ain't no leash 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
Mop off blood, I don't know what he G in
Come from the bottom, I feel like I'm king and 'em (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keep my boy steady, I wish I could be with him (rich nigga)
I do this for my city, I put on for four and 'em (ayy, Charlotte)
He move an inch and we might as well blow on him (ayy, shoot)
Put that on God, it's a gun at my show with me (on God)
Rest in peace Mare 'cause I know he a 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 (haha)
I switched up the engine, this bitch like a Demon (yeah)
I just tint the window, stay 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 turn up the speakers (blaow, blaow, blaow)

Please don't get me started, yeah
Take that iron put it on the 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 somewhere loaded up strapped with that F&N
These niggas goin' out sad like they lost a friend
We ain't goin' like that over hoes
I never be one of these rap niggas wanna-be 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 you pull up in two or three hoes?
What's the memo, bitch? Anything goes
Say she like it, I'm puttin' it on (mmm)
Icing on me like a cinnamon froze
I ain't type of nigga ever trip 'bout a bitch
I politely pull up on a nigga, give him his ho
Like, "Here, know your boy gon' have to fix it"
Let him know (shh), real nigga, baby, you know I'm stickin' to the code (let's go)
I ain't gon' tell him I put it in ya throat (gasp)
Sit back and let you ride dick on your toes
Left out in the morning with your pussy on my clothes
You better let that pussy nigga know

That boy a pussy, I know I done seen it (haha)
I switched up the engine, this bitch like a Demon (yeah)
I just tint the window, stay 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 turn up the speakers (blaow, blaow, blaow)