Mar90s - Demons lyrics

[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