[Chorus: Mar90s]
(Dream this sh*t go dummy)
Yeah, I been hanging around with demons lately
(JJ turn me up)
Yeah, yeah, I been hanging around with demons lately
I been hanging around with demons lately
Big Glocks, don't do .380's
I been hanging around with demons lately
[Verse 1: Mar90s]
My demons just did a drill
We doze off like Benadryl
Get popped like a fu*king pill
Get popped like a fu*king seal
Give me the work then I sell the plates
You know who I'm running with
You know how I'm coming b*tch
Take a whole brick and we bust it down
Look at the ice and it's bust down
Look at this thottie, she bust down
She know that ni**as is up now
She know that ni**as is up-up
Crib on the top and it camе with a butler
Break a b*tch down, yeah that's though lovе
[Chorus: Mar90s]
I been hanging around with demons lately
Yeah, yeah, I been hanging around with demons lately
I been hanging around with demons lately
Big Glocks, don't do .380's
I been hanging around with demons lately
[Verse 2: Mar90s]
ni**a get smoked like a Backwood
ni**a get smoked like some Fronto
At the top at a condo
French b*tch like "bonjour"
I'm turning your b*tch to a who*e
I'm turning your b*tch to a who*e
I'm turning your b*tch to a who*e
I'm turning your b*tch to a who*e
You know we ready for war
Watch that back door
Watch that back door
In my own lane like I'm Tory
I'm shooting that b*tch just like Tory
fu*k the judge, fu*k the jury
I gotta' pay my attorney
[Chorus: Mar90s]
I been hanging around with demons lately
I been hanging around with demons lately
I been hanging around with demons lately
Big Glocks, don't do .380's
I been hanging around with demons lately
I been hanging around with demons lately
I been hanging around with demons lately
Big Glocks, don't do .380's
[Verse 3: Lancey Foux]
Got a bad ting going crazy
Took her out to Paris and flew to the south of Spain
She gotta' have an accent when she say my name
To many baddies and characters, I can't stay the same
I gotta' call my [?] been tryna' claim
Rich ni**a playing my cards right, ace of spades
Rich ni**a let my card decline, got racks in my briefs
Under my tee, inside of the Jeep seat
Got baddies in threes, I can't Adam and Eve
Them boys they can't be talking to me
Must be embarrassed to speak
I had a treacherous week
On Monday I had to cut off a leech
On Sunday I put baddie to sleep
By Monday she had to go back to the streets
[?]
I'm waiting, [?]
She Blasian, I just wanna' go around the sea
Jamaican, I just been enjoying the treat
She taken but she still fu*king with me
My Haitians ride with a mad [?]
I'm sliding, doing the cha-cha
Keep on lying, I'm calling my ta-ta
Yeah-yeah