Letras
(To kill a demon...)
Yeah
(Cut off its head)
Mh
1pm I'm calling up Ricci, pulled up we chopped it up
2pm it's Banquo, he got him couple of thots and stuff
The drinks came in we sloshed as fuck
I damn near dropped my cup and I...
5pm we kick it and dip it, we having shots at clubs
I done seen my ex, she was staring, clearly she envious
Cousin Sax got checked, killed the cigarette, could get serious
The ends we in is treacherous, trenches, no one can mess with us
Precious, he seen the rest of us
Cursing, he's no more testing us
At 8 we had to dip and go
Crodie came in with sticks and poles
Compound, we up we sippin fo'
Shawties all had to dip and so
Cousin Shakes called my number up
Asked if I want a mazza I
Told him get the Avanza up
Surely, he got the mamas up
Crodies all was faded and Draking bitches was switching up
They came in with hatred and made it turn to a mid as fuck
Party, we had to kick em out
Calling, oh it's the click and I
Started to put my stick in my
Pocket, we bout to crip it out
Gangsters up in my whip
Anxious, you could get hit
Landed in Turban's crib, switch the whip for this certain lick
Slid the circle we made an "O"
12 had seen us we had to go
Had to chase us up on the road
Turban raced up and lost control
Couldn't stop us, we far from home
But they caught up, we were too slow
And the copper had grabbed his pole
Praid to Allah, I had some hope
But these coppers ain't clean for shit
Gave a thousand, slap on my wrist
We had called it, can't hit this lick
So we mobbed it up to this crib
It was litty, bitches and titties
I'm tripping, I'm getting silly
Kancinci ndiwise ipilis
And'phindi, percs are illicit
These bitches want us to hit it