Demons - Fredo Santana

What the fuck is that man?

What?

what the fuck is that?

Kill that nigga man, we gone man, on fo’nem

Weighing up work on the triple beam

Scraping up work off the pyrex

I been getting money since sixteen

I don’t give a fuck about a rap check

I ain’t even gotta go to the gym

Been in the trap, lose weight, watch the process

We don’t give a fuck about no vest boy

We be shooting shit, damn where your head at?

Your ass out here looking broke boy

Goddamn lil nigga, where your bread at?

You can catch Fredo everywhere

But never where the feds at

Niggas wanna kick it like kung fu

I don’t fuck with niggas, man they been fu

Niggas be fake, straight see through

Yeah tints on the whip, it ain’t see through

These bitches be thots, they too through

My money so long, can’t see you

Rich nigga only eat seafood

Gotta watch these hoes, they’ll use you

Every day I wake with a new boo

Wait wait, every day I wake with a new two, yeah yeah

These hoes say that I’m too cool, yeah yeah

Shooters on the squad and they shoot, fire fire fire