CB J A Y - Demons in Disguise (feat. CB Manhead)

I been tryin' to keep it cool, but niggas let the demon out
My niggas quit to step on shit, and they don't got no sneakers on

I'm like, turn me up, check the mic, make sure that the speaker's up
Catch a boy and kill a boy, and tell his patna , pick him up

You ain't talking about no money, nigga, tell me what's the deal
Graduated from the fighting , nigga, tell him, grab a steel

And I be on some dumb shit
You know that they be felons that I run with
She said I'm smokin' too much weed, I told the plug, I need a re-up

Like bitch come re me up, I need a crate with glocks and dracs
They don't really wanna see me up, just tell them, stop the hate
Stop the hate

Tell them, stop that shit today
Grab my mask and grab the K

They be saying that, that boy on go well bet he stop today

Man I see what they be talkin' bout
Got some shit up in my eye,
In the stu where I be tweakin'
I be booted out my mind
Don't mention me up in that foolery
We demons in disguise

They told my girl I went and fucked that bitch, these people tellin' lies

Heard they say that they want beef with me
These niqqas wanna die
She say she ready for a next niqqa
But I hope he real as I

Don't put your trust in me cause baby imma savage
Been tryna give my heart to you, But girl my shit be damage

I might grab a stick and fucking rock out on a plane, Niqqas pussy I'm tryna kill that bitch for what he saying

When the feds asking questions I be clueless as a bitch, take ya meds niqqa I be in Pluto on a mixture, tell that nigga best go check up on his family, they gon
miss him
All these people, they be knowin' who I am, can't relate tho

I'm like D hop out the car, he could run but can't get far
Put him up, just like a star, like come here, boy

They sayin' they gon' step on me, I really wanna see it, though
Like, do they think I'm sweet
Or they thinkin' I'm a cookie dough

Like, for real, though, they got me fucked up

You bet not come this way
If you come this way, you end up on a post next day

Ha, bitch

You think I'm a Hoe or something
Bitch, don't make me get mad in this bitch and have to show you some

Treat you like you owe me something

Grab a stick and blow you something

And I do no missing with this stick, feel like a pro or something

Creep up on him, and we knock his face off
Stepping on him, my youngins got a stomp off

Written by:
Jermaine Thompson

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