Demon Mode

Trademark!

Ain't got to turn on demon mode, that **** be automatic

Ain't got to tell her, "Take 'em, off," that **** be automatic

See this lil' cube on the back, it make it automatic

**** ain't teach me to be real, that **** was automatic

Gave her what's under my belly, now, she love me

Walk in the building, now, all the pretty **** tug me

Her hair got caught on my chain when she tried to hug me

Found out I hit his ****, he see me and he mug me

Every time I see the camera, throw the gang up

We some dogs and got on chains, but, they can't tame us

Every time that one corner get hit up, they blame us

We like a record label, make a **** famous

Say he a lion, okay lion, still ****

I'm like, "Bro, why the **** you keep lookin'?"

They mad this beat can have that whole crowd duckin'

The clip got somethin' in it, pull it till it's nothin'

They got **** in the tele', racks in the duffle

Choppers in the Sprinter Van bust a **** bubble

They say I'm all alone, I see they in a group

But, this lil' cube on the back'll break up a **** huddle

What's the plan? What's the word? (What's the plan? What's the word?)

You say they over there, **** it, go and swerve (Over there)

We really get into it, we really do it (Bang)

We livin' what we rappin', we not just makin' music

Pull up thirty deep, but, I'm by myself

Nardo, what you mean? I got like twenty-nine shells

Hopped out patty cake, that mean I hopped out clappin' ****

Hopped out Will Smith, that mean I hopped out smackin' ****

And I keep that pipe, I feel like Pookie, ****

I'm so icy, boy, I feel like Gucci, ****

I make yo' block hot, I think I'm Tunechi, ****

My lil' badass, I feel like Boosie, ****

She got the nerve to pop a Perc' before I **** her

Put yo' phone in the safe, then we can cuddle

We can **** a thousand times, still ain't a couple

I take you shoppin' 'cause I'm havin', I ain't no sucker

Just like I left the barber shop, I'm comin' trim

Pull over, give you wood, yeah, I'm one of them

Blam 'em in the mall, yeah, I'm one of them

Damn, **** boy can't call me, one of them

Pull up in what you run on in the 'Burbs

Threat who? Come again, say what? Lil' **** got some nerves

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang," that's because of words

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang," got what he deserve

Pull up Trackhawk, farm in my hood, lot of horses in 'em

She like a gun range, know that 'ussy good, I keep bustin' in it

Like a toothpick, stick to his teeth like it's somethin' in it

Pointin' fingers, move it back and forth until you hear it clickin'

Ain't got to turn on demon mode, that **** be automatic

Ain't got to tell her, "Take 'em, off," that **** be automatic

See this lil' cube on the back, it make it automatic

**** ain't teach me to be real, that **** was automatic