Fighting Demons

By Quis (2020)
On album EP.7 (2020)

EP.7
Lil mama head so righteous
Lil mama going to college
I call her my honey bun
These niggas ain't making no money bruh
I planned the shit and you followed through
You planning fits and I'm just walking through
Too late boa, now I'm boutta ball on you
Bitch I'm fighting demons
And I'm fucking winning
Knowin that wasn't a side joke these niggas really scheming
Got yo girl on my team and she sinning
Swear these boys act just like children
Pop a seal watch the top hit the ceiling
Fucked a bitch and I rubbed her out like nothing
If I call up yo chick , she pulling up bitch no discussions
Pulled up fresh and clean yeezy boost is what I'm stepping
Pulled up to seen, I got all thesе bitches staring
Grinding for a Mc
Laren, you all in my pockets likе we betting
Choose ya posse wisely, niggas hate seeing you win
She ate the D up no applebees, ima bring the heat no 3 peat
Rewind, like fuck pause we play for keeps
Pineapple Fanta the only way I'm mixing lean
All white forces , last three days, and still ain't even peep a crease
We kicking shit just like sneakers
Yo style scary no jeepers creepers
She so boujee like a diva
Shorty you a eater you can keep the pizza
Lame nigga she wouldn't let you hit, not even for a second
Niggas lying through they teeth
I Gotta speak the truth no Makaveli
The way she back bend, she getting sloppy
Boy is this heaven?
Cause she booty shaking in my dreams, Up all day no 7/11
Shorty don't play, no need to share her
Suck my dick she burp no Ian telling
Flipping bitches like a referee
My fit still gone be winning
Just like my flow be killing
Nigga my hoes be killing
My woes be drilling
You reached yo ceiling
Go back to chilling
Bitch Ima villain
Took ya girl we wasn't chilling
These girls got no home training
Give all up for a cup gen
She got you all lost in your feelings
I'm tryna get lost in some millions
Kick you to curb like I'm Kevin gates
Talking bout luv well you kinda late
Do, da, doo doo play a bitch like a violin
Pull out a flute, and tune em out to bring em in
She slurp me like some soup and I know you you really in your feelings
Smoking blunts thick bamboo
I'm tryna catch a bag pick six
I know some goyard shades exist, but I still gotta make what's sense
Bitch I'm doing numbers, she riding waves now I wanna damn boat
Making green so my money croak
And we don't do no saving nigga
She take the wood onna table nigga
You down bad so you framing niggas
I was down bad wasn't even shaming niggas
Flow so quick make you choke no cinnamon
Shit got old quick, hadda learn your lesson
I swear I got turned down quick, now my route ahead of em
A nigga so froze down, sick, you got fake ice, get brown like shit
I swear you gonna like this, I knockout broads like Tyson
Bitch I'm fighting demons
And I'm fucking winning
Knowin that wasn't a side joke these niggas really scheming
Got yo girl on my team and she sinning
Swear these boys act just like children
Pop a seal watch the top hit the ceiling
Fucked a bitch and I rubbed her out like nothing
If I call up yo chick , she pulling up bitch no discussions
Pulled up fresh and clean yeezy boost is what I'm stepping
Pulled up to seen, I got all these bitches staring
Grinding for a Mc
Laren, you all in my pockets like we betting

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