Again
(Trap, you made that shit?)
I'm on demon time
Shiesty mask, gloves on, murder on my mind
Spin this shit, again, again, again 'til someone die
Yeah, spin this shit, again, again, again, I stay with my fire, nigga
Yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it?
I don't got no watch, these niggas fans, they think that we into it
G-lock came with a fifty, I'll shoot a movie
We got all type of Glocks, insane chops, it's Call of Duty
Watch who speakin'
On that block, tryna look for a reason
G2C, it be changin' the season
He wanna pray and my gun start preachin'
I start buggin', the broom got a meanin'
If I throw, bro, I bet he recieve it
If I don't catch rec', word to bro, I'm not leavin'
I'm tryna show him and make him believe it, like
Don't even need a revolver on scene
Him and his shells gon' be leavin' together
Blue slips like I came from the teller
I'm tryna show him like who do it better
I bet this hoodie cost more than your rent
And it don't got no design on the sweater
Like, my lil' bro tryna get him
Takin' them trips, it's smoother than a Tesla
Three hundred a pair, Amiri jeans, the only brand I wear
Always in that shit, pay like six hundred for this denim tear
You got somethin' small, I got somethin' big, it'll knock down a bear
They don't want no smoke, you better wave that flag up in the air
Yo, bro, why is you comin' outside and you loafin'?
And this war, you supposed to be totin'
5ive tryna forty-eight like he is bronem
Bro tryna walk off a board with the pole
Hold on, I had to go out and coach him
Put the pole to his head, then you—
(Bro, put the pole to his head, then you smoke him)
I'm on demon time
Shiesty mask, gloves on, murder on my mind
Spin this shit, again, again, again 'til someone die
Yeah, spin this shit, again, again, again, I stay with my fire, nigga
Yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it?
I don't got no watch, these niggas fans, they think that we into it
G-lock came with a fifty, I'll shoot a movie
We got all type of Glocks, insane chops, it's Call of Duty