African Demons PT2 Lyrics – Ab Da Jett, Yus Gz, Nesty, Scotty
African Demons PT2 Lyrics by Ab Da Jett, Yus Gz, Nesty, Scotty
Yo, we got one
New opp, new opp
Edot (Gor on the track, B!tch), Notti
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah
Ayy, yo, suck my d!ck, it’s that Nesty Floxks niqqa
Grrah, grrah, grrah
New opp, ah
[Verse 1: AB Da Jet & Yus Gz] O-Oh, wait, Dot got me laced
His goofy-a$$ shot himself in the face (Grrah-grrah)
I’m a demon, I don’t come to play
One false move, he get sent up to Blay (Sent up to Blay)
Ayy, yo, Yus, let’s spin the Rey (Like)
Th-They ain’t outside so we back to the 8 (Back to the—)
A-Aim for his figi, closed case (Grrah-grrah)
I told her, “Eat me,” no steak (Like)
Free Zay with the K, let it spray (Free Zay)
And free Stacks, he’ll be home any day (Grrah-grrah)
Brodie gon’ hop out the V, get to ootin (Don’t run)
Throw the beam on, we gon’ maneuver
Ooter gon’ what? Tryna hop out and boom him (Grrah-grrah)
Like, he off the drink, leave him snoozin’
Like, he jackin’ Woo, we gon’ loot him (Loot him)
Big FEB, no, we ain’t losin’ (Slide)
Like two opps done died in a week (In a week)
Notti, Edot, they got me zooted (Grrah-grrah)
Hold on, B!tch, I’m with Sha in the V
Face-shot, no I.D so we had to shoot him (Grrah)
Like, boy, don’t run up on me, think I’m what? (Like, what?)
Oh, you thought I was lackin’? niqqa, you stupid (Grrah-grrah)
Nazzy, Rippy, Bobby, Diddy
We got too many dead niqqas, how we go through ’em? (Baow-baow)
Catch Winter, get slapped with the grip (Grrt, boom)
38 special, don’t need no a$$ist (What? Boom)
If he run then he dyin’, you better not trip (Like, OMB-K)
Two shots to his body, make him do a flip (Like, OY-K)
Smoke Edot, Bobby, JB and Rip (Like, Edot, Bobby, JayRipK)
Boy tried to run and ate a hollow tip
I can’t talk about shh, he swimmin’ with a fish (Suck my d!ck)
On the Sev, lil’ brodie gon’ flick (Grrah-grrah)
Like, I was outside with my grip (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I was thirteen, had ’em runnin’ Rick (Grr-ah)
Cha-Chase-Down Gang, chase ’em off the strip (Grrah-grrah, boom)
In they tent, I smoke Sha Glizz (Grrah)
Every O boomed, you know how I get (Grrah)
Talkin’ on bro, you get sent to the ditch (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Like, suck my d!ck (Ah)
I’ma line him, flick on the beam, make him hush (Grrah-grrah)
She said, “Scottie2Hottie,” like, what?
They know what happened after I got touched (Grrah-grrah)
He tried to duck (Shh), watch him pop out the cut
He gon’ boom him, then leave him in dust (Grrah-grrah)
niqqas butt, they ain’t on nothin’ (Like, what?)
Rule number one, I put trust in my gun (Grrah-grrah)
Like, I’m a queen, B!tch, I do what I want
I catch Murda B, I’ma blow a new blunt
Like, I’m with E, man, let’s go on a hunt (Like)
You go that way, I’ma go through the front (Grrah-grrah)
Oh, that’s Demi and Winter? Don’t run (Don’t run)
I’m a EBS demon, get shot with your gun (Grrah-grrah)
Spin through the View, I’m like, “Why he ain’t run”
Now he the new face of this blunt (Grrah-grrah)
[Verse 5: Yus Gz] Like, backdoor who? Better keep a knock (Shh)
E-EBS, everybody shot
We gon’ backdoor demons, wipe a niqqa snot (Grrah)
He got nowhere to go, we get him popped (Grrah-grrah)
She know where they run, beat him out his socks
Mr. Chase-Down, beat him ’til his heart stop (Grrah-grrah)
They gon’ cap for this app, they know my bop (Like, what?)
Them niqqas see me, they heart drop
No legs, like, I’m tryna boom at his top (Grrah-grrah)
C Blu, you a d!ck, you got shot by a cop
Like, what happened to Nazzy? That niqqa shot (You shot)
Like fvck Bobby, why he ain’t flock?
300 DOA-K, I can’t wait to see Flock
EK, Dougie, I’m smokin’ ya pops (Grrah-grrah)
fvck Zay, that niqqa died with no chop (Shh)
MoveLook, he coulda been in a box [Outro] Gor on the track, B!tch