Ho$ane - Lights Out Lyrics

This the demon flow
Keeping all my bitches on a need to know
Got a couple bitches
Ima have to take all three below
So peep this bro
Ima kill em all right in this sequence tho
Light skinned, brown tings, then my Puerto Rican hoe
The reaper close
He just pulled up asked me if I need my soul
I'm creeping slowing
Popping that glock 40 Tone don't needa scope
Who f*cking with us
Body any mixups if you bluffing nigga
Come and get us
I been getting gnarly for a couple winters
F*cked his sister
Ima eat that pussy like Sunday dinner
F*ck the system
Man f*ck Donald Trump he another Hitler
Shots off
Now he leaking hot sauce
Leave em with his top gone
Nigga you is not boss
F*ck you hoe
Stop talk
Nigga you is twat soft
Thinking that you top dog
Squeeze him the box like stuffing hoe
Popped off
Now he bleeding, lockjaw
Hear em thats them cop cars
Push a nigga dial tone button bro
Got more
Heat then on a hot floor
Creeping witcha socks off
Keep it under lock don't touch it hoe
All these nigga claim it man just pull up to the top spot
Ya not hot
F*ck a verse I leave em in a pine box
Ya sky high
Choke a nigga beat until this tie dyed
Don't mind my
Mind let's take a peek real deep inside mine
You'll find I'm
Living with some demons up inside mine
No guidelines
They just living free and give me my rhymes
And I'm like
Cool I just eat beats I don't need limelight
So I write
Nigga I'm a fiend these beats is my high