[Intro: Ced Escobar]
Dubba-AA flex
Let's go
Statik On The Track
Yeah
This Is The Sound
[Chorus: Ced Escobar]
Lately I've been seeing demons the ones that have a mask on
They rather see it down bad to your last gone
Lately I've been seeing demons the ones that have a mask on
They rather see it down bad to your last gone
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hol' up we gone trap and run it up
Go down with that Glock you try to run gon' leave him stuck
Where you're from and who with lil nigga I don't give a fuck
Don't give a fuck bout' where you at you play some games and you get touched
[Verse 1: Ced Escobar]
Lately I've been dreaming about demons and they got masks on
My hittas finish a nigga ass and they got masks on
Like sendin' a blessing won't get em' paid and they won't last long
I'm thinking' evil out people from the past gone
I put a duce in the fanta and then I drank till' it's empty
All the shit I did I feel like the devil gone get me
And return niggas to bitches and the worst for a penny
Extensions catch em' and rip em' shit back I throw em' in the river
You know the way that we living' this shit ain't televised
This murder shit runnin' in the past gets to homicide
We let em' try us no chances they tryna' to run to hide
Too many dying in my city shit get wicked so kill it
Dubba-AA flex
Let's go
Statik On The Track
Yeah
This Is The Sound
[Chorus: Ced Escobar]
Lately I've been seeing demons the ones that have a mask on
They rather see it down bad to your last gone
Lately I've been seeing demons the ones that have a mask on
They rather see it down bad to your last gone
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hol' up we gone trap and run it up
Go down with that Glock you try to run gon' leave him stuck
Where you're from and who with lil nigga I don't give a fuck
Don't give a fuck bout' where you at you play some games and you get touched
[Verse 1: Ced Escobar]
Lately I've been dreaming about demons and they got masks on
My hittas finish a nigga ass and they got masks on
Like sendin' a blessing won't get em' paid and they won't last long
I'm thinking' evil out people from the past gone
I put a duce in the fanta and then I drank till' it's empty
All the shit I did I feel like the devil gone get me
And return niggas to bitches and the worst for a penny
Extensions catch em' and rip em' shit back I throw em' in the river
You know the way that we living' this shit ain't televised
This murder shit runnin' in the past gets to homicide
We let em' try us no chances they tryna' to run to hide
Too many dying in my city shit get wicked so kill it
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