Demolition Team

Had to get it by myself, because they never showed me love

Pretty bitches sing my lyrics, say they heard me at the club
She asked me if I love her, but I told you we just fuckin
I ain't into conversatin', keep my head down at the function
Made a play for half a ticket, now I'm callin' up my cousin

I don't never say too much, because they quick to make assumptions
Heard him say, he want me dead, well send some shots, let's get it bussin
Call us demolition team, we always ready for destruction
Youngin finger on the trigger, he just waitin' on instruction

Got some ties down at the border, but the guns come from the Russians
I just met with the connect, was tryin' to get a price reduction
Lil bro tryin' to meet the plug, just set up the introduction
Told him bout to flood the city, tell your team to up production

And this song ain't got a hook, just let me flow, no interruption
Always watchin' how I'm steppin', so you'll never see me stumble
Remember days ain't have a dollar, so I gotta keep it humble
Rock a white tee out in public, I been tryin' to keep it subtle

And I'm fresh off of probation, so I'm stayin' out of trouble
Only bosses in my circle, you can't get inside the bubble
I been chillin' for too long, so now I'm turnin' up the hustle
Said she heard all of my music, she got all my songs on shuffle

When she tried to suck my dick, there was a Glock under my buckle
She like, why you got a gun? I started lettin' off a chuckle
Girl, I gotta stay protected, so I'm ridin' with a cutter
I ain't tryin' to argue with you, I ain't got no time to cuddle

I been hungry for the work, I think my stomach's startin' to rumble
I be quick to let it off, man, I ain't really tryin' to scuffle
Told him, say it with your chest, cause I ain't tryin' to hear you mumble
If I lost it all today, then I'ma get it off the muscle

Bro just hit my phone, I got some P's, he need a couple
Stuff him in the duffel, hit the road let's , get em' off
Siri fuckin' up directions, where I go, I'm gettin' lost
I been known to move the work, but I ain't never sold the soft

Rock the truey and the polo, I don't fuck with no Lacoste
Got a white girl, she in college,stuff the pounds inside her loft
And her roommate, she a scammer, fill accounts and wipe the logs
Said it's somethin' bout my voice, she said she love the way I talk

I keep a 30 on my waist, so I been limpin' when I walk
Can't have guns into my post, because the feds, they love to watch
Hundred degrees inside the city, we the ones who got it hot