Do It For Demon - OUT 10/27/21
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Produced by:
Vassey

Mixed by:
Sage Skolfield
Sean Solymar

Mastered by:
Sage Skolfield & Sean Solymar at Dean's List House Of Hits, Cypress, TX

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Lyrics
I see (I see)
Come off too real that ain't receiving me
There’s people round that don’t believe in me
So many sticks in my SUV
I’m with tap dancers
Them n*ggas be steppin
Forty gang b*tch that’s what I’m reppin


I don’t need a weapon but still keep a weapon
Just like a condom b*tch
I stay protected
Make his @ss an example
We gotta leave a message
Gotta leave a message
Ignore these b*tches
That sh*t make em wetter
If I change b*tch it’s for the better
He went down the road that said switch on your brother
He ain’t have no hope that n*gga’s a sucker
Do his @ss dirty like I never loved him
I ain’t gon’ clean that lil n*gga
B*tch I gotta scrub em
Third eye open so how can I trust him
My engine got biceps
I’m riding in a muscle
Like a trojan on fire
B*tch we burning rubber
In the field with my n*ggas
Can’t get in my huddle (b*tch)
Reach for my chain you gon fall in a puddle
Keep a stick by the bed when your h*e try to cuddle (b*tch)


I see (I see)
Come off too real that ain't receiving me
There’s people round that don’t believe in me
So many sticks in my SUV
I’m with tap dancers
Them n*ggas be steppin
Forty gang b*tch that’s what I’m reppin



Thought he was my man that boy’s a b*tch
Like a female walking
N*ggas gone switch
Thought he was my dawg all them licks that we hit
I cannot go first
Start diggin this ditch
Being in the mix that sh*t get you killed quick
That sh*t get you killed quick
I ain’t grieving like me but gon’ feel it
Creep up on they ass Navy Seal sh*t
I’m a clumsy killer bit much I spill sh*t
I went back to the field to kill sh*t
N*gga fell on his face
When we hawked em down
I guess that's a field trip
I can’t get no sleep
B*tch I’m paranoid
I’m on demon time
This sh*t paranormal
I looked at my shadows and seen a woman
Can’t f*ck over everybody
N*gga death comin


I see (I see)
Come off too real that ain't receiving me
There’s people round that don’t believe in me
So many sticks in my SUV
I’m with tap dancers
Them n*ggas be steppin
Forty gang b*tch that’s what I’m reppin

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