Demon Takeover

[Intro: Migo
Deuce]
Haaan
No way, Hozay

[Verse 1: Migo
Deuce]
Niggas talking shit so I'm back on my shit, aye
Hustle out the trap, got me feeling like Nip, aye
Your bitch hit my line 'cause I got that drip, aye
A nigga too saucy, pulled up in the whip, aye (Skrrt)
Call me a lighter 'cause nigga, I'm lit, aye
Married to the money, need a Rollie on my wrist, aye
Trapping with the gang, might as well hit some licks, aye
Shoot you with the 30, have you bleed out ya lips, aye

[Verse 2: Da
BoyVonn]
Aye
Keep on talking, we gone run in your mitt (What?)
Come here, bitch, let me show you a trick (Come here)
Niggas hate so I ride with a stick (Skrrt)
Damn, I keep a cannon, but no, I'm not Nick (Nope)
Aye, they keep clocking me (What?)
They keep watching me (Okay)
Thinking I'mma make a move, damn, like Monopoly
I feel like I'm Dej Loaf, how these niggas be trying me
They say they got 223s, but I fuck up them properties
So much money, you would think I hit the Lottery (Aye, aye)
I swear I gotta be up top, yeah, that's how it gotta be (Uptop, uptop)
I'mma blow and show every nigga whoever doubted me (For real)
I'mma show you no DJ Khaled, young nigga, got the key (At all)

[Verse 3: Migo
Deuce & Da
BoyVonn]
Damn, okay, let me back at it
Booked so many sessions, lil nigga, I'm a addict
Step up in the building, everybody like what's happening
Man, I feel like Reco cause I finna cause havoc
Your niggas get to yapping while my niggas get to blasting (Blaah)
Your bitches get to clapping while my bitches get to slapping
Leave the opps dead, yeah, put em in a casket (Goodnight)
We on new levels, lil nigga, different brackets
Have the whole gang eating steak and good crab meat
All these bitches really want my money, they can't trap me (Nope)
Me & Von, yeah, we up next, take a backseat (No cap, No way, Hozay)
Watch me & Von run the beat like a trackmeet

[Verse 4: Da
BoyVonn]
Aye, Deuce, fuck that, I need a check (Check)
Pussy playing with our money, I'mma snap his neck (Uh-huh)
I told you, I'mma different type nigga, I can't lack (At all)
I don't keep a kangaroo, my .40 kick like it's Jack (Graah)
You the type of nigga, see a opp, and get to running (What?)
I'mma type of nigga, see a opp, and get to dumping (Okay)
Two different niggas, I got money, but you steady stuntin' (For real)
Me and Deuce going back to back, and we steady snapping
We ain't never get no love, we had to turn to rapping (To rap)
Fuck a fraction, bitch, we giving niggas bullet holes (Bah-bah-bah)
Since we going back 2 back, don't never break the code (Nope)
And I always got your back, just never fucking fold (At all)

[Verse 5: Migo
Deuce]
You don't know my name, just look at my chain, now
Got me some fans, and you know they amazed how
A young nigga be balling, yeah, I got it made now
I'm on my way up, y'all niggas on your way down
Better watch out, 'cause these bullets, they rain down (Baah)
My 30 like a pillow, yeah, it help you lay down
This shit get dangerous, so no you can't stay 'round
This ain't no playground, my nigga, don't play 'round (At all)
Aye

[Outro: Migo
Deuce]
Aye, this ain't no playground, my niggas don't play 'round
No way, Hozay