[Verse 1] I want the, I want the, I want the, I want the I want the red dot, head shots Murder your, murder your, murder your, murder your Head top, head top Swerving your shit off the track like a like a pit stop Wrist watch, your time is ticking, my nigga You best stop, best stop before you go missing my nigga Like what's up with that work, see me, now your feelings hurt That's your bitch I'm feeling her, I showed her how my penis work That hoe thought I needed her, well, this just in, I'm leaving her In demon mode, steal your shorty's soul and make her eat the dirt I gave her dick and she need it, yah She see my cum and she eat it, yuh Ice on me froze, I'm anemic, huh Murder your flesh, it'd be easy, yah I feel like cell cause I'm perfect, huh Midnight my cause a disturbance, ooh I get the beat and I merc it, yah Bitch, I'm the best that's for certain Feel like MVP, I put the team on my back 2Pac at that red light, once you see me it's wraps If you can't beat me in a fist fight, nigga, don't flex that strap These niggas claim they hitting licks but in a gunfight don't clap Okay, like, bitch
[Chorus] Demon mode, demon mode, demon mode I'm bout to let it go, let it go. let it go Bitch. I'm in demon mode, demon mode. demon mode I'ma let it go, let it go, let it go Demon mode, demon mode I'ma let it go, let it go, let it go I'm in demon mode, demon mode, demon mode I'ma let it go, let it go, let it goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
