Super Demons ft. Lil Dotz Lyrics

Super Demons ft. Lil Dotz - Broadday

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We're tryna be superstars

Still gotta crash on them like bumper cars (Crash that)

Rise up the G Lock, let it blaze at them (5ive Music)

Now you gotta bury your friend

Broski was a superstar with his hand ting

Jump out, left man plankin' (Grrr, baow)

When I pulled up, had them man skankin'

Free K-Kid, that’s Mr. No Rampin' (Free him up)

I’m up late with bisheads, in the T, givin' yola thankings

I swear dem man neeks

Don’t want beef so the sweets here just might clamp ‘em (Nah, grrr)

Spin through Grove like Franklin

You know anythin' blue man’s dampin' (Man,

While the other side just keep campin'

Oh, I guess it’s not safe for them (Ha)

We got corn that’ll change your friend

I been out till late with blades and skengs ('Til late)

Next day, hit stage with Fred

Still in the trap, I ain’t made it yet (Nah, nah

Hand ting with a whistle I done it before (Shh)

You know I ain't missin' (Nah)

Armed and ready jump outta the steady

You know imma pitch him (Bow)

I pop a bottle, I spotted a model

To gun or to pull back the throttle (Bin that)

Remember the day when Culprit died

I sat in my cell and I chuckled (Haha)

Got sent back to the cage

Should've been shuttin' down the Wireless stage (Pissed)

Feds on my ass tryna open the case

I can't be livin' off of minimum wage (Nah)

Pull up in QC, slap my mash

Leave the hand ting just ringin' (Bow)

The way that Ceemizz lost his lifeillin' (Yuck)

We're tryna be superstars

Still gotta crash on them like bumper cars (Crash that)

Rise up the G Lock, let it blaze at them (Grrr, grrr, grrr)

Now you gotta bury your friend

Recalled, 'cah a big man snitchin' (Pussy)

I made most of my opps turned victims (Dickhead)

And my HRB's stay wit it (Bow)

G17's, no kitchens (Rrrr)

Had YB's bitch, she suckin my dick

Locking the guns for the clique

If your talkin' bout shootings, or stabbings (Yeah)

Put me at the top of the list (Bow)

World War 3 when I step with my rrrr (Rrrr)

Everyone best lay down

No, this ain't no stray-stray bine on kids

Best run when I dump out the playground (Grra, grra)

You might bring a scopes, don't matter the dots

Or B1 might bring the Tre Pound (Rrrr)

All hell break loose, discharge and spray round

Just know gang don't play round (Brrr, brrr)

Made RO run out my playground

Reckz got Gucc got bun with a nina (Ouch)

Wallahi I would've shot Soraya (Dumb bitch)

But Suspect begged me to leave her (Why?)

Gave V1 most of my ZK (Pissed)

I wish that I dug that deeper (Argh)

I wish that I dug that deeper (Argh)

Got sent back to the cage

Should've been shuttin' down the Wireless stage (Pissed)

Feds on my ass tryna open the case

I can't be livin' off of minimum wage (Nah)

Pull up in QC, slap my mash

Leave the hand ting just ringin' (Bow)

The way that Ceemizz lost his life

That was a brutal killin' (Yuck)

We're tryna be superstars

Still gotta crash on them like bumper cars (Crash that)

Rise up the G Lock, let it blaze at them (Grrr, grrr, grrr)

Now you gotta bury your friend

Yeah, we could be superstars

We been rather wreckin' cars

What is at stake?

What is at stake for us?

Kickin' off power mirrors

Yeah, we could be superstars

We been rather wreckin' cars

What is at stake for us?

Kickin' off power mirrors