Demon Mode Lyrics – Nardo Wick
Ain’t even got to turn on anymore, that *** be automatic
Ain’t got to tell her, “Take ’em, off,” that *** automatic
See this lil’ cube on the back, it make ’em automatic
*** ain’t teach me to be real, that *** was automatic
Gave her what’s under my belly, now, she love me
Walk in the building, now, all the pretty *** tug me
Her hair got caught on my chain when she tried to hug me
Found out I hit his ho, he see me and he mug me
Everytime I see the camera, throw the gang up
We some dogs and got on chains, but, they can’t tame us
Everytime that one corner get hit up, they blame us
We like a record label, make a *** flame us
Say he a [?], okay [?], still ***
I’m like, “Bro, why the *** you keep lookin’?”
They mad this beat can have a whole crowd duckin’
The clip got somethin’ in it, pull it ’til it’s nothin’
They got hoes in the [?]
Racks in the duffle
Choppers in the Sprinter Van bust a *** bubble
They say I’m all alone, I see they in a group
But, this lil’ cube on the back’ll break up a *** huddle
What’s the plan? What’s the word?
You say they over there, *** it, go and swerve
We really get into it (Bang)
We really do it
We livin’ what we rappin’, we not just makin’ music
Pull up 30D, but, I’m by myself
Nard, what you mean? I got like twenty-nine shells
Hop that patty cake, that mean I hop that clappin’ ***
Hop that Will Smith, that mean I hop that smackin’ ***
And I keep that pipe, I feel like Pookie, ***
I’m so icy, boy, I feel like Gucci, ***
I make yo’ block hot, I think I’m [?], ***
My lil’ ***, I feel like Boosie, ***
She got the nerve to pop a Perc’ before I *** her
Put yo’ phone in the safe, we can cuddle
We can *** a thousand times, still ain’t a couple
Or take you shoppin’ ’cause I’m happy, I ain’t no sucker
Just like I left the barber shop, I’m comin’ trim
Pull over, give you wood, yeah, I’m one of them
Blam ’em in the mall, yeah, I’m one of them
Damn, *** boy can’t call me, one of them
Pull up in what you run on in the ‘Burbs
Threat who? Come again, say what?
Lil’ *** got some nerve
“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang”
Not because of words
“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang”
Got what he deserve
Pull up Trackhawk, farm in my hood, lot of horses in ’em
She like a *** range
Know that ‘ussy good, I keep bustin’ in it
Like a toothpick, stick to his teeth like there’s somethin’ in it
Pointin’ fingers, move it back and forth until you hear it clickin’
Ain’t even got to turn on anymore, that *** be automatic
Ain’t got to tell her, “Take ’em, off,” that *** automatic
See this lil’ cube on the back, it make ’em automatic
*** ain’t teach me to be real, that *** was automatic