Devil Lyrics

Shit getting hot devil hang on my shoulder

The Ice on my neck think hell freezing over

Every day wiser

Yea Every day older

I'm Burnin the bridges I'm watching em smolder

Brick after brick I was sellin the boulders

Way I pick a bitch if she bi and bi polar

She suck me up you would think that I told her

Smile when my dick be passing her molars

Think it's a game I ain't play with controllers

I carry the stick like a C-O-D soldier

I got the attachments and fragments to fold ya

No laundry mat just a gat in a holster

Mortal kombat my sub turnin you colder

Yo Bitch in my lap had to make her to my roller

We smoking your pack blow her back when it's over

We smoking your pack blow her back when it's over

Wait you thought it was over?

Thought that I'm finished I've only begun

Shit hella fun when you hide and you run

Knife at your neck while you eyeing my gun

An eye for an eye but I take more than one

To blind to realize you're fate settled done

A Glock on your block I'm getting it spun

I leave you holy you look like a nun

Once they all drop I can say that I won

They sleepin they scheming

I'm up in your dreams just like Freddy a demon

I have valid reason

It's Music to my ears when I hear em screaming

I'm like Michael Myers but here every season

I get satisfaction by seeing em leaking

They calling me wreckless

They call me a heathen

They choke on they words til they stop steady breathing

The bogeyman's real and I got them believing

(Monsters aren't real they can't hurt you)

(Or can they)

I got a kill switch I flip it on sight

If my way is wrong I don't want to be right

Turn on the beam all you see is the light

I be the monster that come out at night

I live for the thrill seeing you in a fright

I live for the kill on this bullet you bite

Dirty the pavement I dirty my sprite

Shit isn't fair they don't put up a fight

Stepping to me is your own sacrifice

Float on the beat like a damn poltergeist

Call me a villain, the new antichrist

Saying they wrong but ain't saying they right

They mad that I'm winning I'm reaching new heights

They wanting me buried I see all the spite

I guess it's a part of me being disliked

Makes sense that the devil spits heat on the mic