Mobmann - Demon Little J Lyrics

You say that you warmin' up, that just mean you startin' slow
Ever since last summer, I've had death in my peripheral
I don't got no addiction, except for my ambition (yeah)
Everything I do is for my inner-child, damn that's my six year old self
But, when I think back about it, shit I had no help
Had no father, had no sister, had no brother, only myself
Had dreams of endin' myself, now I'm up on the shelf
Earnin' stripes like a ref
I f*ck off like a middle finger, ain't no ringin' this pinky
Police putting cuffs on my wrist, while my brother blood all on me
Doctor be tellin' me too much swag in one room, is not good fo' my health
Bitch, why the f*ck is you judgin' me, take a look at yourself
Hit her like a solider, with little tennis chains on
Way before the caddy's, I was swingin' dem' bodies off addy's (yeah yeah)
Timezones, switchin' timezones, in this bitch
I only talk to make sure if my voice still work in this bitch (yeah)
You can only look and hear baby, you cannot' touch it (nah)
My brother got pressed, I impress on Crescent Pl
Princess all up on my lap, and she bouncin' it with grace
Foenem' took one sip' and a hit, now he floatin' up in space (space)
Brodie' was all punked' out, so we hit him in the leg, now we call him Daphne
Make him look like Velma on her knees, searchin' for her prescription
Dress in all black my momma thinkin' I'm depressed, but I'm tellin' her its jus swag
Leather on the pants, my sweater compressed, and I'm rippin' off all these-
Demon Little J, damn she drivin' on the drank
Demon Little J, damn she drivin' on the drank
D-D-Demon Little J, damn she drivin' on the drank
D-Demon Little J, damn she drivin' off the- (drank)
Took a foreign' bitch, to the Brazos
No female friends, they just models
She mind blowin' good
Yeah my jewelry smell yo' perfume, and my cologne
So many shooters, they on my payroll (they be sprayin' too much)
She already wanna' come back to my residence
Bust-down pockets filled with presidents
Addin' these numbers up, like it's calculus
Hoes' in the RC-XD, rollin' up, blowin' up
Ain't you a millionaire, watchu' runnin' for
Thirty-nine inch shotgun, goin' all to yo' lung, I'ma get hung chillin' wit' you
Ain't tryna' get in trouble no more, cause you don't know what the f*ck I've been thru
(cause you don't know what the f*ck I've been thru')
F*ckin' the bitch in the back of the coupe, then I'm runnin' takin' off three-hundred miles
Every-time I'm pullin' up, yo' fine ass comin' out with a big ass smile
Yeah they smile, when they wild
I'll be gone for a while
Only reason I shattered yo' heart, is cause' you went and shattered mine first
If you never went out and did that shit, I wouldn't even mention you in this verse
My brother was on molly, and I ain't even know it
These bitches be so horny, but they don't even show it
The only thing I like burnt, in my world, is my blunt
My vibe so cool, in this five-percent coupe, and shawty' said she fine, but her mood is on pursuit
Eighteen-hundred, just on Prada shoes (yeah)
Another fourteen-hundred, so the pants will not get loose (yeah, yeah)
Demon Little J, damn she drivin' on the drank
D-D-D-Demon Little J, damn she drivin' on the drank
D-D-Demon Little J
D-D-Demon Little J
D-Demon Little, Demon Little, drivin' off the-
(drank')
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