Demond - Black Isis (feat. TOA Reaper)

We shoot up shit like the isis
Pulling up on yo block its a crisis
He gone end up where Jesus Christ is
I'm the goat bitch I'm the nicest
Bitch riding dick without a license
My Niggas they scamming and typing
Hit him wit the left like I'm Tyson
I don't give a fuck what you liking
We spinning blocks no fighting
Real niggas comin wit the prices
I got money like a private island
When it's on my neck don't try it
We gone find the knot and we gone tie it
All these bitches round me what yo type is
I don't need whatever yo advice is

Bitch you don't gotta ask where my pipe is
She eat the dick she say daddy I like it
Mask on killing shii like the isis
They be like Demond can't rap I'm like watch this

Dread lock twisting shit it gone come at a angle
Put yo ass in the sky turn this hoe to a angel
Nigga shocking on his blood death making him strangle
She want me to pull up I left that hoe to dangle

If I want you alive I'm not gone kill you just shoot yo heel flip on sum skating shit
She ain't never sucked dick idc ima give her a try I might come let her lick the tip
This glock spit fast on some cobra shit

Ima kill yo nigga I done told ya bitch
I'm not off a perc she gone make it twerk
But y'all kno Demond been on his sober shit
Ima act like I punch and then throw the kick
Boy all of my guns leave you Motionless
Ya bitch pussy not wet that shit waterless
Fuk a young hoe boy I'll take the older bitch
Bitches kno they got 8 or 9 bodies
So why would you lie to me and say the u innocent
Fah fah fah we be shooting shit up it sound
Like we playing some instruments

We shoot up shit like the isis
Pulling up on yo block its a crisis
He gone end up where Jesus Christ is
I'm the goat bitch I'm the nicest
Bitch riding dick without a license
My Niggas they scamming and typing
Hit him wit the left like I'm Tyson
I don't give a fuck what you liking
We spinning blocks no fighting
Real niggas comin wit the prices
I got money like a private island
When it's on my neck don't try it
We gone find the knot and we gone tie it
All these bitches round me what yo type is
I don't need whatever yo advice is

Written by:
Nathan Cornist, Ziare Cornist

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