CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Devils Night 2
DamJonboi
Big SB, you hear me?
Gang
What up D?
Aye T f**k these n***as
It's up there
N***as talking down on gang get his life took
Get his wife f**ked, heard you out here with your ice tucked
I ain?t never had sh*t for real that's why I like to brag
In the set by myself with 20 in a Nike bag
N***a don't ask me bout to no hoes cuz I?m gon hoe you
On some real I'm up 100 I can show you
N***a look at the D the wrong way someone gon blow you
I could tell you boys ain't stacking let me show you
Gotta a phone call I heard them boys want war
It's gonna be kinda easy all them n***as poor
Fell in love with chop strapped the drum on that b*t*h
Big crib with a mercedes parked in front of that b*t*h
Hold on, who them n***as think they speaking on
Get 'em peter rolled, in the coupe with my wife beater on
B*t*hes hitting the phone negging me that jit won't leave me alone
You looking for a loan i got work b*t*h I could put you on
You looking for some bos, pull yourself b*t*h I might drop a load
Brody from the zone, I was born and raised off Plymouth road
Doing b*t*hes bold, you f**k with who I heard that n***a told
You ain't never slid, rapping bout she you ain't never did
I?m in Detroit by myself with a 40 on me and a 40 on me
Bet a n***a won?t take nothing from me
A n***a tried to rob me then he died, story over
6.2 super charged motor extra blower on me
Aye jonboi lace me up I need a beat pack
Pop a n***a while he rapping we gon keep that as a beat tag
----- called city racks ain't come with sh*t but they keep that
Drunk a 12 and took a couple 30s went to sleep fast
I?m a Flint n***a but I'm certified on the East Side
And the West Side, 30 hanging out the tech 9
You be kissing all the hoes in the mouth, I don't respect mine
You ain't caught a body yet and I just caught a n***a slipping it?s the 7th time
I'm in the zone with all killers wish you would try me
I run the mob n***as look at me like John Gotti
What's in my bag b*t*h I got like 20 bands probably
This dog neat but I keep all of my rolls sloppy
I'm lowkey off in this rental let your hoe top me
Don't play about this cheese n***a I want all the brocoli
I'm in my bag, heavy Percs can't let a n***a stop me
I turn around for fast money now the feds watching
Bout a hundred in this room when its me and Ri
Add another 2 when you add Jonboi and D
I switched my style 5 times n***as still copy
Add 5 lines in this pop this sh*t gon have me knocking
Big SB, you hear me?
Gang
What up D?
Aye T f**k these n***as
It's up there
N***as talking down on gang get his life took
Get his wife f**ked, heard you out here with your ice tucked
I ain?t never had sh*t for real that's why I like to brag
In the set by myself with 20 in a Nike bag
N***a don't ask me bout to no hoes cuz I?m gon hoe you
On some real I'm up 100 I can show you
N***a look at the D the wrong way someone gon blow you
I could tell you boys ain't stacking let me show you
Gotta a phone call I heard them boys want war
It's gonna be kinda easy all them n***as poor
Fell in love with chop strapped the drum on that b*t*h
Big crib with a mercedes parked in front of that b*t*h
Hold on, who them n***as think they speaking on
Get 'em peter rolled, in the coupe with my wife beater on
B*t*hes hitting the phone negging me that jit won't leave me alone
You looking for a loan i got work b*t*h I could put you on
You looking for some bos, pull yourself b*t*h I might drop a load
Brody from the zone, I was born and raised off Plymouth road
Doing b*t*hes bold, you f**k with who I heard that n***a told
You ain't never slid, rapping bout she you ain't never did
I?m in Detroit by myself with a 40 on me and a 40 on me
Bet a n***a won?t take nothing from me
A n***a tried to rob me then he died, story over
6.2 super charged motor extra blower on me
Aye jonboi lace me up I need a beat pack
Pop a n***a while he rapping we gon keep that as a beat tag
----- called city racks ain't come with sh*t but they keep that
Drunk a 12 and took a couple 30s went to sleep fast
I?m a Flint n***a but I'm certified on the East Side
And the West Side, 30 hanging out the tech 9
You be kissing all the hoes in the mouth, I don't respect mine
You ain't caught a body yet and I just caught a n***a slipping it?s the 7th time
I'm in the zone with all killers wish you would try me
I run the mob n***as look at me like John Gotti
What's in my bag b*t*h I got like 20 bands probably
This dog neat but I keep all of my rolls sloppy
I'm lowkey off in this rental let your hoe top me
Don't play about this cheese n***a I want all the brocoli
I'm in my bag, heavy Percs can't let a n***a stop me
I turn around for fast money now the feds watching
Bout a hundred in this room when its me and Ri
Add another 2 when you add Jonboi and D
I switched my style 5 times n***as still copy
Add 5 lines in this pop this sh*t gon have me knocking
