Haddy 3 - Demon

I'm tryna shake them demons off
I took some risks no I can't be wrong
I did it yea I did this shit
When I pull up my outfit be killing shit
I'm silent that 30 I'll make a hit
Yea I empty the whole clip
My swag head to toe my drip
You see my slime he loading it
My bitch a dime and she with the shits
All gas no brakes I'm rolling it
Gang gang yeah rolling crip
Same gang I'm with the same names
Out the mud we share the same pain
Yea we sip to try and numb the pain
Different type of nigga I'm on go
I'm off the weed and liquor yo
I don't do no other drugs no 'mo
I'm good yea I'm gucci yo
But what you need we might got it though
Real street nigga what you know
I got the sauce bitch Ricky Ross
Whip in the pot like the real Ross
Prince in my city I make it rowdy
Tryna get ricch like my boy Roddy
CIP Nip the real at rest
In Craft we trust my niggas know
I work my move yea my muscle yo
We some go-getters the glory yo
I push that button my youngins go
Ape shit scrape the plate shit
Hit the running man I set the pace yea
Chasing that bag like I'm Forest Gump
Yea yea I just run it up
Get it how I live I don't give 2 fucks
Pull up yea with them tonka trucks
Heavy metal hella gang gang
Spot a OPP we raise crime rate
We celebrate it's a hibachi date
I'm tryna shake them demons off
I took some risks no I can't be wrong
I did it yea I did this shit
When I pull up my outfit be killing shit
I'm silent that 30 I'll make a hit
Yea I empty the whole clip
My swag head to toe my drip
You see my slime he loading it
My bitch a dime and she with the shits
All gas no brakes I'm rolling it
Gang gang yeah rolling crip
Same gang I'm with the same names
Out the mud we share the same pain
Yea we sip to try and numb the pain
Off the porch early I really was
Demons on my shoulders really was
I came a long way they thought I couldn't
Dodging them jakes and dodging bullets
These niggas is weird they hope I wouldn't
Me I don't care I just keep it moving
Pull up they fear cause I keep it on me
I'm like the reaper I creep up on 'em
Trap house to trap house I'm getting it pots and pans
Show you how to whip this shit
These niggas they haters but really fans
Get in demon mode and Ima clap a man
Get to that money yea touching bands
Get it clean, soft, hard or whatever man
Yea get it how you live that's what they said
I had to sale rocks to get some bread
Flip flow fuck it run it up
Gang gang with me 3's up
Backwood yuh this shit so stuffed
More gas yea roll it up
Russian cream yea got me up
Ain't no I in team but I think for us
4th Quarter shoot like Kyrie uh
Tryna get a bag like Kylie, uhh
I'm tryna shake them demons off
I took some risks no I can't be wrong
I did it yea I did this shit
When I pull up my outfit be killing shit
I'm silent that 30 I'll make a hit
Yea I empty the whole clip
My swag head to toe my drip
You see my slime he loading it
My bitch a dime and she with the shits
All gas no brakes I'm rolling it
Gang gang yeah rolling crip
Same gang I'm with the same names
Out the mud we share the same pain
Yea we sip to try and numb the pain

Written by:
Jihad Brister

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