Video Demons de A2rbeatz 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

A2rbeatz - Demons Lyrics

When I'm gone, don't look up to me
Pray to God it's a spot outside heaven for the hustlers, please

Tell em, don't get too close to me
Nina an allergic to bullshit
Fuck niggas makin' sneeze

From the bottom of the 30
I survived and I came out that bitch nigga like Mr. Clean
I turned death to an option, plus pick a beam
Red, blue, no yellow, nigga, we got green

High speed on the cops I be switching lanes
You a real one or a rat pick a team
Bro might catch an opp from a distance, but I like to taking for the whole just like a ring

These niggas some pussy like two and a half man
Half of them playing Charlie Sheen
Sip a drink with my lil' bitch from the O.T
She took my cop cause she hate when I'm sippin' lean

Oh, I'm pussy cause I'm quiet
Give me four niggas watch me do a matchup like David Blaine
From the state that got bodies
Seven six twos had a nigga walkin' like a zombie
He got murder for hire
Put his homie in the dirt till the niggas come find me
Man, I'm singin' like a choir
Play it up, lil' nigga, shoulda had better armor

Don't pray to me, nigga, pray to your momma
Cold in December, these guns make me feel like a sauna
No hakuna matata, they say more money always cause more problems
But tell the niggas I ain't bother

Nina stay by me, she gon' solve em
Shittin' on niggas like a toilet
Shootin' for the top, hopin' that we all win
Got a yellow bone that I call twin and cop her a bag

Watch how she gon' grin
When I'm gone, don't look up to me
Pray to God it's a spot outside heaven for the hustlers, please

Tell em, don't get too close to me
Nina an allergic to bullshit
Fuck niggas makin' sneeze

From the bottom of the 30
I survived and I came out that bitch nigga like Mr. Clean
I turned death to an option, plus pick a beam
Red, blue, no yellow, nigga, we got green
When I'm gone, don't look up to me
Pray to God it's a spot outside heaven for the hustlers, please

Come, don't get too close to me
Need an allergic to bullshit
Fuck niggas makin' sneeze

From the bottom of the 30
I survived and I came out that bitch nigga like Mr. Clean
I turned death to an octopus, peek-a-bee
Red, blue, no yellow, nigga, we got green