[Intro: Doe Boy]
Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Brrt, brrt)
Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Gang, gang)
808 Mafia
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior)
When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin' (Let's go)
Know that bitch a cheater, give no fuck, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah)
Sneakin' through your hood (Skrrt), give no fuck 'bout sneak disses (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it)
Caught a nigga broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go)
You's a sneak dissa, pussy, you's a sneak dissa
Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest-in-Peace picture (Fool, oh really?)
[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
You be talkin', but you really sweet, nigga
Piss all on your grave, you can't rest in pеace, nigga
Shooters on the wеst, shooters on the east, nigga
My bitch just like me, yeah, she like to creep, nigga (Oh really?)
I ain't talkin' bout cheatin', I go creep and see, nigga (Skrrt)
Shot up, now his homie screamin', "Please breathe, nigga"
Tried to warn you, I ain't one to beef with you
Light him up, he glowed up, yeah, we Chief Keef niggas (Let's go)
Slump his ass over, he gon' need help, dawg
Choppa caught his ass in traffic, knocked his seatbelt off
I don't pay full price for bodies, I get retail, nigga (I get retail)
Brodie rolled your dead homie, how that weed smell, nigga?
Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Brrt, brrt)
Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Gang, gang)
808 Mafia
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior)
When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin' (Let's go)
Know that bitch a cheater, give no fuck, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah)
Sneakin' through your hood (Skrrt), give no fuck 'bout sneak disses (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it)
Caught a nigga broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go)
You's a sneak dissa, pussy, you's a sneak dissa
Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest-in-Peace picture (Fool, oh really?)
[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
You be talkin', but you really sweet, nigga
Piss all on your grave, you can't rest in pеace, nigga
Shooters on the wеst, shooters on the east, nigga
My bitch just like me, yeah, she like to creep, nigga (Oh really?)
I ain't talkin' bout cheatin', I go creep and see, nigga (Skrrt)
Shot up, now his homie screamin', "Please breathe, nigga"
Tried to warn you, I ain't one to beef with you
Light him up, he glowed up, yeah, we Chief Keef niggas (Let's go)
Slump his ass over, he gon' need help, dawg
Choppa caught his ass in traffic, knocked his seatbelt off
I don't pay full price for bodies, I get retail, nigga (I get retail)
Brodie rolled your dead homie, how that weed smell, nigga?
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