My flow on high demand I'll admit it to these niggas I'm just too advance
I'm a risk taker we ain't making plans how the f*ck u gon get money u scared to take a chance
I drop a body then I drop again they should give my ass a Grammy the way a nigga spin
I pop a bottle then I watch her dance
I'm da one dat get the bread and bring it to the fam yea
Circle yo crib we bout to spin again 50 shots inside that Glock I hit up many men
Don't pray rite now we bout to sin again
She in here on her knees I got yo bitch sucking my dick again
50 thousand to make my wrist go bling
Another 10 I'll get u off the scene u kno what I mean
Close the curtain on the mayback I don't wanna see a thing
Body so numb I pop 6 Perkys I don't wanna fell a thing
We running the shit like Henry these nigga be sweet like henny
I'll scoop yo bitch in the renty she had on savage Fenty
We double that money rite up it seems like it's never enough these niggas be trying to link us these bitches be trying to link us
My flow on high demand I'll admit it to these niggas I'm just too advance
I'm a risk taker we ain't making plans how the f*ck u gon get money u scared to take a chance
I drop a body then I drop again they should give my ass a Grammy the way a nigga spin
I pop a bottle then I watch her dance
I'm da one dat get the bread and bring it to the fam yea
Christian Dior on my feet I gotta walk in elite
My music is too unique this shit concrete
All black on head to feet when we come, we sending a fleet
Better run nigga retreat better duck nigga don't sleep
Popping bottles for da gang and it's all on me
If u my dawg and u fall u can call on me
Empty the clip like yea nigga str8 aim for the head
I was f*cking on my lil yea then I gotta count this bread
I tried to help u crack these cards nigga I knew u was scared
I knew we'll never link again Nigga I knew u was dead
Fly to Vegas on a jet and put 10k on a spread
Get the money from my bet and throw it all on yo head
My flow on high demand I'll admit it to these niggasI'm just too advance
I'm a risk taker we ain't making plans how the f*ck u gon get money u scared to take a chance
I drop a body then I drop again they should give my ass a Grammy the way a nigga spin
I pop a bottle then I watch her dance
I'm da one dat get the bread and bring it to the fam yea
KD THA King - High Demand Lyrics
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My flow on high demand I'll admit it to these niggas I'm just too advance
I'm a risk taker we ain't making plans how the f*ck u gon get money u scared to take a chance
I drop a body then I drop again they should give my ass a Grammy the way a nigga spin
I pop a bottle then I watch her dance
I'm da one dat get the bread and bring it to the fam yea
Circle yo crib we bout to spin again 50 shots inside that Glock I hit up many men
Don't pray rite now we bout to sin again
She in here on her knees I got yo bitch sucking my dick again
50 thousand to make my wrist go bling
Another 10 I'll get u off the scene u kno what I mean
Close the curtain on the mayback I don't wanna see a thing
Body so numb I pop 6 Perkys I don't wanna fell a thing
We running the shit like Henry these nigga be sweet like henny
I'll scoop yo bitch in the renty she had on savage Fenty
We double that money rite up it seems like it's never enough these niggas be trying to link us these bitches be trying to link us
My flow on high demand I'll admit it to these niggas I'm just too advance
I'm a risk taker we ain't making plans how the f*ck u gon get money u scared to take a chance
I drop a body then I drop again they should give my ass a Grammy the way a nigga spin
I pop a bottle then I watch her dance
I'm da one dat get the bread and bring it to the fam yea
Christian Dior on my feet I gotta walk in elite
My music is too unique this shit concrete
All black on head to feet when we come, we sending a fleet
Better run nigga retreat better duck nigga don't sleep
Popping bottles for da gang and it's all on me
If u my dawg and u fall u can call on me
Empty the clip like yea nigga str8 aim for the head
I was f*cking on my lil yea then I gotta count this bread
I tried to help u crack these cards nigga I knew u was scared
I knew we'll never link again Nigga I knew u was dead
Fly to Vegas on a jet and put 10k on a spread
Get the money from my bet and throw it all on yo head
My flow on high demand I'll admit it to these niggasI'm just too advance
I'm a risk taker we ain't making plans how the f*ck u gon get money u scared to take a chance
I drop a body then I drop again they should give my ass a Grammy the way a nigga spin
I pop a bottle then I watch her dance
I'm da one dat get the bread and bring it to the fam yea
I'm a risk taker we ain't making plans how the f*ck u gon get money u scared to take a chance
I drop a body then I drop again they should give my ass a Grammy the way a nigga spin
I pop a bottle then I watch her dance
I'm da one dat get the bread and bring it to the fam yea
Circle yo crib we bout to spin again 50 shots inside that Glock I hit up many men
Don't pray rite now we bout to sin again
She in here on her knees I got yo bitch sucking my dick again
50 thousand to make my wrist go bling
Another 10 I'll get u off the scene u kno what I mean
Close the curtain on the mayback I don't wanna see a thing
Body so numb I pop 6 Perkys I don't wanna fell a thing
We running the shit like Henry these nigga be sweet like henny
I'll scoop yo bitch in the renty she had on savage Fenty
We double that money rite up it seems like it's never enough these niggas be trying to link us these bitches be trying to link us
My flow on high demand I'll admit it to these niggas I'm just too advance
I'm a risk taker we ain't making plans how the f*ck u gon get money u scared to take a chance
I drop a body then I drop again they should give my ass a Grammy the way a nigga spin
I pop a bottle then I watch her dance
I'm da one dat get the bread and bring it to the fam yea
Christian Dior on my feet I gotta walk in elite
My music is too unique this shit concrete
All black on head to feet when we come, we sending a fleet
Better run nigga retreat better duck nigga don't sleep
Popping bottles for da gang and it's all on me
If u my dawg and u fall u can call on me
Empty the clip like yea nigga str8 aim for the head
I was f*cking on my lil yea then I gotta count this bread
I tried to help u crack these cards nigga I knew u was scared
I knew we'll never link again Nigga I knew u was dead
Fly to Vegas on a jet and put 10k on a spread
Get the money from my bet and throw it all on yo head
My flow on high demand I'll admit it to these niggasI'm just too advance
I'm a risk taker we ain't making plans how the f*ck u gon get money u scared to take a chance
I drop a body then I drop again they should give my ass a Grammy the way a nigga spin
I pop a bottle then I watch her dance
I'm da one dat get the bread and bring it to the fam yea
Writer: Isaiah McLaughlin
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