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Demon in my body, he wanna get out, but I won't let him
If I let him out, he might show out, tote big baretta
He gon' pop it with whoever, put lil buddy onna stretcher
Get him gon like Odell Beckham, he gon' shoot, don't do no wrestling
It's a war between myself and I, what am I gon' do
Poppin yerkys like this shii candy, fuck round talk like Scooby-Doo
Hella vibes, they comin' in and out, the spot is gettin' hot
Chucky, say TK, I'm on the highway, goin to hell, you gon' ride or not
Chucky vs. TK, swear that war won't never end
Nigga tried to dap us up, bitch, we is not your friend
Chuck he quick to spaz out, huh, please don't call him your kin
TK tellin' him to calm down, but he tryna spin that Benz
He tryna kill your friends, huh, he tryna get it in
Brand new Glock up on his waist, I swear these bitch his favorite gen
He say fuck them friends, his only friend locked in that can
Remember when he almost caught that body, they fucked round ran
But TK be on that chill shit, he stay off that drill shit
Bitch don't get it twisted, he still come around, and spill some shit
If it come down to that point, I know he might just wack a bitch
He don't tolerate no disrespect, might fuck round slap a bitch
If it's bout that business, he gon' stand tall
If it's bout that money, bet not tell him, TK, he take it all
They be like TK, he dat Reilly, nigga, know that he gon' fucking ball
He gon know your ass a fan, he come around, you fuck round, call him Charles
Demon in my body, he wanna get out, but I won't let him
If I let him out, he might show out, so, bitch, tote big beretta
He gon' pop it, wit whoever, put lil buddy, onna stretcher
Get him gon like Odell Beckham, he gon' shoot, don't do no wrestling