Demon Talk - Yhung T.O.

Get to trippin' off that Remy, nigga

Ayy, wanna stop me? Gon' have to kill me, nigga

Tried to make these niggas feel me, nigga

Now he gotta take it up with God when shells empty, nigga

Real shit, nigga, don’t call me gang if you won’t drill shit

Even back when I was broke, I used to feel rich

I hang with some real slimes with some real Crips

Catch a nigga at a show and we gon' still trip

Well nigga, let’s up that score up then

Eight years old, I hit that mic and I been goin' in

Felt like my music was goin' up 'cause I ain’t score with man

Them niggas shot at me 'bout Shiek, I tried to fold 'em in

Niggas know everybody hate when T.O. bounce out

He was a casualty at war, he shouldn’t have popped out

I’m tired of all these niggas rappin' what they not 'bout

Tryna up that thang but he was scared he was gon' get knocked out

These niggas tellin', ask around, we really steppin'

Only God knows who get sent up to heaven

So when I see him again, I guess it’s gon' be cool

But I’ma step on niggas face before they put me on the news

Slidin' through Atlanta, 'bout to drop some for my uncle

Tried to run and they still on 'em

Never should have fucked with 'em, damn, I thought I told 'em

Oh, that’s them demons comin' 'round that corner

Oh, that’s a face shot? Oh shit, let that bass drop

Tired of all these niggas rappin' 'bout these fake opps

Thought he was a bad boy, said he can’t stop

Had to hit that nigga up and watch his face drop

You wanna talk about the best, well let’s get silly, bitch

Two hundred-fifty for that deal, still tryna drill a bitch

And I ain’t worried 'bout the real, 'cause they gon' feel this shit

But for you fans that’s still confused, just let me say some shit

We the ones that made 'em pop off

Say if he go against the grain, get 'em knocked off

The reason all this shit ending, said it’s my fault

Hole-in-one in a opp, nigga, but this not golf

Rémy nice, I had to let go of them Henny nights

If I ain’t slid in a minute, don’t be feelin' right

Then I get depressed, nigga

Like a rubber band, gang tryna stretch niggas

Someone else sent someone wearin' that vest, nigga?

Got these niggas in they feelings 'cause I left niggas

I upped this Glock with this stock and let it bless niggas

And I ain’t trippin' 'cause it was times that I had less, nigga

But I’m up now, they be stuck now

All shooters in that truck now

R.B.E. bussin' 'round my neck, bitch, this bussed down

You and all them sucka niggas with you gon' get gunned down