Demons Drake (Ft. Fivio Foreign & Sosa Geek)

[Intro: Drake & Fivio Foreign]
Like what?
(Who made this?) Yeah, yeah
(JB made this, hahahaha)
Six, six, six, six, six, six
Baow
Yeah

[Chorus: Drake & Fivio Foreign]
Fivi, Sosa, viral, movie
I'm in this bitch with the Wooski
Ball in the summer like Drew League
Champagne got me loopy
Glizzy Bop lookin' groovy
All the demons lookin' moody (What?)
All the demons lookin' moody

[Verse 1: Drake & Fivio Foreign]
Skrrt 'round there in your ends, whole southside on ten
Not like them, make men lean out Benz
That's how a man get blem, you and your friends
This Hermés from runway, this ain't Ralph Lauren
Tell them again, loved her way back when
Drunk so I type "Je t'aime" but don't hit send
Send some bread to the pen
All my G's are blessed, we check in for them
Whole lotta charges laid to this day
No confessions for them
Man really feel no ways, these man waste
No progression for them
Think you're bad, just wait, food get ate
And that's just lessons for them
Sosa (Sosa), Fivi (Fivi), lookin' like KD and Kyrie (I am)
My TD Bank is on what? (What?)
My TD Bank is on Kylie (Ayy, ayy)
Tribeca in the lobby, all these niggas gettin' dodgy (Baow)
When we see 'em, it's a body (Ayy, ayy, ayy)