Demon Mode (Explicit) - Nardo Wick

Lyrics by：Horace Walls

Composed by：Horace Walls

Trademark

Ain't got to turn on demon mode

That **** be automatic

Ain't got to tell her

Take 'em

Off

That **** be automatic

See this lil' cube on the back

It make it automatic

N***a ain't teach me to be real

That **** was automatic

Gave her what's under my belly

Now

She love me

Walk in the building

Now

All the pretty *****es tug me

Her hair got caught on my chain when she tried to hug me

Found out I hit his ho

He see me and he mug me

Every time I see the camera

Throw the gang up

We some dogs and got on chains

But

They can't tame us

Every time that one corner get hit up

They blame us

We like a record label

Make a n***a famous

Say he a lion

Okay lion

Still p***y

I'm like

Bro

Why the **** you keep lookin'

They mad this beat can have the whole crowd duckin'

The clip got somethin' in it

Pull it 'til it's nothin'

They got h*es in the tele'

Racks in the duffle

Choppers in the Sprinter Van bust a n***a bubble

They say I'm all alone

I see they in a group

But

This lil' cube on the back'll break up a n***a huddle

What's the plan

What's the plan

What's the word

What's the word

You say they over there

Over there

**** it

Go and swerve

We really get into it

Bang

We really do it

We livin' what we rappin'

We not just makin' music

Pull up 30D

But

I'm by myself

Nardo

What you mean

I got like twenty-nine shells

Hop that patty cake

That mean I hop that clappin' ****

Hop that Will Smith

That mean I hop that smackin' ****

And I keep that pipe

I feel like Pookie

N***a

I'm so icy

Boy

I feel like Gucci

N***a

I make yo' block hot

I think I'm Tunechi

N***a

My lil' badass

I feel like Boosie

N***a

She got the nerve to pop a Perc' before I **** her

Put yo' phone in the safe

We can cuddle

We can **** a thousand times

Still ain't a couple

Or take you shoppin' 'cause I'm happy

I ain't no sucker

Just like I left the barber shop

I'm comin' trim

Pull over

Give you wood

Yeah

I'm one of them

Blam 'em in the mall

Yeah

I'm one of them

D**n

P***y boy can't call me

One of them

Pull up in what you run on in the 'Burbs

Threat who

Come again

Say what

Lil' n***a got some nerves

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

That because of words

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

Got what he deserve

Pull up Trackhawk

Farm in my hood

Lot of horses in 'em

She like a gun range

Know that 'ussy good

I keep bustin' in it

Like a toothpick

Stick to his teeth like it's somethin' in it

Pointin' fingers

Move it back and forth until you hear it clickin'

Ain't got to turn on demon mode

That **** be automatic

Ain't got to tell her

Take 'em

Off

That **** be automatic

See this lil' cube on the back

It make it automatic

N***a ain't teach me to be real

That **** was automatic