workf - demotus lyrics
[hook: demotus]
niggas don’t really got work
see you in the streets still dying of the thirst, aye
pussy nigga talking got murked
wanted 3 pounds got a 3 round burst, dam
b-tch nigga gon’ get hurt
if a nigga scared tell that nigga go to church, aye
aiming right where the feds lurk
letting off shots hit a nigga head first, dam
[verse 1: demotus]
glock hit a b-tch, hit a cop in his shit
he was riding round posted on my block tryna snitch
ops lick a d-ck, and my trigger finger itch
ima wet the whole scene won’t stop if i miss, aye
i just might use a whole clip, aye
they tell me stop b-tch you wish, aye
i just might sauce on yo b-tch, aye
might just take off with yo b-tch, aye
got that 30 on my hip, aye
got that 30 let it rip, aye
b-tch we really with the shits, aye
shoot a nigga then i dip, aye
y’all just be talking shit, i’m on a rocket ship
i just rolled up a whole zip, yuh
you cannot rock with my clique, aye
please hop up off the d-ck
new niggas ringing my line
i just hit that decline all these niggas just get on my nerves
all of these feds on my back ima grab me a strap
and then hop in the car and then swerve
hit a b-tch nigga with the tax
nigga this thrax got real loud packs of the herb
i don’t give a fuck about rap
thumbing through racks from a show
then it’s back to the curb
young rad nigga on the moon
b-tch you got it wrong if you think that i’m a goon
i just learned bunch of evil shit from cartoons
and i like to shoot shit just to make it go boom, yuh
splitting profits while you sit and gossip
if that nigga talkin then them pistols popping
only bout my paper so it’s fuck a hater
if you really want it then my niggas got it
feel the pressure heavy turn em to spaghetti
leave a nigga messy see he wasn’t ready
got my nigga luger he’ll pull the ruger
if you talking stupid then he’ll use machetes
i cannot fuck with no hoe
fuck with my girl and that pistol got blow, aye
sipping this tech got me slow
but all my money fast that’s just how the shit go, aye
how i made it i don’t know
can’t get my tactics you know i keep that on the low
fuck them niggas b-tch we really did it
i smoke by the onion just to keep me lifted
you can smell the fragrance, smellin like we made it
money keep me shaded, from the friendly faces
back then you was hatin, now you tryna say that
you were fuckin with me but i know you fakin
rad kidz this rad kidz that you a d-mn b-tch
you can lick my sack
i remember back when i ain’t have no racks
i came from being broke and i ain’t going back, b-tch
[hook: demotus]
niggas don’t really got work
see you in the streets still dying of the thirst, aye
pussy nigga talking got murked
wanted 3 pounds got a 3 round burst, b-tch
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