F.G.S. - Not A Demon (feat. Boobie Banks)

Mhm, mhmm
Mhm, mhmm mhmm
Mhmm, mhmm
This is 5-5-6, ripped through tissue
Bro on point just like a missile
Say smoke to get his issue
It be hard for us to miss you

Took his heart out, he need it
Pick his chest up, he ain't breathin'
Only way we set the record straight is spin till we get even
This a track hawk, not a demon

Took his head off, he a genius
In the stu I put more heart in this
I know my family need it
It's too hard for me to say I quit

Went hard, I know I need it
Take some chances, see me win
I'm going the hardest and I mean it
They know we pull up like we Uber

Throw the grind, we FGS
Blow this glizzy like a whistle
You got me feeling like a ref
Ride through your section with a hunnid

I won't leave till nothing left
Slap a scope on top the glizzy bust his head
And leave a mess
Free my brothers out that cell

So they stop calling me collect
Fuck a bitch and got the time
Gotta run me up a check
Two, two, three, fly out the choppa

And it just might hit your momma
My diamonds dancing Fiji aqua
Keep that heater like a sana
Come and spin if it's a problem

I'll be thugging with my shottas
Ar spittin like a lama
From them trenches cause some trauma
Do you like that did Osama

I don't play, I'm not a toddler
I'll be wilin' out my body
She eat the dick up, she a goblin
I know he was my brother till he turned into a fucking rat

Tell him link, an split some cheese
And kill his ass up in the trap
Where he at , he got wacked
Got his ass turned to a pack

Ha, then I tell my brothers
It's some Za inside this body bag
It's 5-5-6, ripped through tissue
Wrong point, just like a missile

Say smoke, it get his issue
It be hard for us to miss you
Took his heart out, he ain't need it
Pick his chest up, he ain't breathing

Only way we set the record straight
Is spin to it, get even
This a track hawk, not a demon
Took his head off, he a genius

In the stu, I put my heart in this
I know my family need it
It's too hard for me to say I quit
Went hard, I know I made it

Took some chances, see me win
I'm going the hardest , an I mean it
Brother drive, told him grab the wheel
I might fall asleep, he gon' die

If I bend his corner, he still follow me
I'm a decon, I can't fuck with rats
Lately chasing cheese with me
Hope he don't fuck around cause I can put him on a T

One night with me, I can change your life
Lil' baby, come and see
Piper crazy, got her saying
Next time, can you, nut in me

Brought her vice lord, lil' Louis V
I'm a G, rock double G
She want me, make her beg and please
Hoes on me like some fucking fleas

They hate me cause I fuck an leave
Don't say you want me, then you leave
Told em cut the cameras off
Cause when we slide, we make a scene

In a bed, I make a screen
I'm going hard here every season
Feel like Rowdy, I ain't rich
I touch, cash amounts, you dream

Five, five, six, rip through tissue
Wrong point, just like a missile
Say smoke, then get his issue
It'd be hard for us to miss you

Nah, he ain't need it
Pick his chest up, he ain't breathing
Only way we set the record straight
Is spin to it, get even

This a track hawk, not a demon
Took his head off, he a genius
In the stu, I put my heart in this
I know my family need it

It's too hard for me to say I quit
With a heart, I know I need it
Take some chances, see me when I'm going the
Hardest and I mean it

Written by:
Brian Ligon, Kristian Neville

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