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Yvng Demon - Treachery // Mayday (feat. OCD Kupid) Lyrics



Yvng Demon - Treachery // Mayday (feat. OCD Kupid) Lyrics




Know your f*cking place, before you get popped in your face
Remember on Welcome to Hell, I said back up and give me f*cking space
Yeah I meant that shit, but I don't think you understand
So make like MC Hammer and do the f*cking Running Man
I swear these little bitches always asking me for favors
Look me in my eyes and tell me, do I look like your savior
Nah, so f*ck you, f*ck them, and f*ck all of that
I'm just tryna do this shit and get by, so get back
Now listen
I've been steady cooking all these hits up in the kitchen
Chopping all my beats up with precision, thats my mission
I ain't missin, you're just addicted to bitchin
Keep talking all that shit and Imma leave your body twitchin, ah

I'm going nonstop, she giving me slop top
Swerving down the road while I'm puffing on that zaza
Hit 'em with a drive-by, lookin' through my side eye
All you motherf*ckers need to get up off of my cock
Aye, lately it feels like I've been seeing double
I fought myself and we had quite a scuffle
I'm picking myself right up out of this rubble
Now I need a big bag, give me a duffle
Ugh, give me a couple minutes, I'm going straight for the finish,
I never needed no help in this underground industry business
I've been grinding for my spot so long
Dropping all these f*cking songs,
Wait, I'm the pick of the litter, bitch
All you f*ckers illiterate, I've been done with the little shit
Moving on to way bigger shit, got a mission I'm finishing
If a pussy wanna start shit, then I'll be ending him, aye

I'll send some shots right at your top
Blade to your neck and I might just chop
Pull up on an opp let it pop, pop, pop
Wet a pussy up and I ain't talking WAP, aye
Demon done switched up the flow today
I'll turn your ass into a cold case
Slicing and dicing and swinging like tyson
Got 'em screaming mayday

Bitch quit with the dissing, ain't here for the backtalk
Apollo, I spit like a prophet
My shit's like a rocket 'cause it's finna blast off
You ain't got a future, I'll slide with my mask off
When I slide in the streets
F*ck all my opps, you gon' find em deceased
I was deep in the jungle surrounded by beasts
Sticky trigger finger, it won't wipe when he sneeze, achoo
Like dude, motherf*cker sit down, watch my moves
Damn, you in love with everything I do
Stick spitting hadoukens, Ryu
They like damn Kupid, how are you
Not finna sit back and keep your cool
'Cause I've been doing this shit for a long time
And none of these rappers can do nothing new

I'll send some shots right at your top
Blade to your neck and I might just chop
Pull up on an opp let it pop, pop, pop
Wet a pussy up and I ain't talking WAP, aye
Demon done switched up the flow today
I'll turn your ass into a cold case
Slicing and dicing and swinging like tyson
Got 'em screaming mayday
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Know your f*cking place, before you get popped in your face
Remember on Welcome to Hell, I said back up and give me f*cking space
Yeah I meant that shit, but I don't think you understand
So make like MC Hammer and do the f*cking Running Man
I swear these little bitches always asking me for favors
Look me in my eyes and tell me, do I look like your savior
Nah, so f*ck you, f*ck them, and f*ck all of that
I'm just tryna do this shit and get by, so get back
Now listen
I've been steady cooking all these hits up in the kitchen
Chopping all my beats up with precision, thats my mission
I ain't missin, you're just addicted to bitchin
Keep talking all that shit and Imma leave your body twitchin, ah

I'm going nonstop, she giving me slop top
Swerving down the road while I'm puffing on that zaza
Hit 'em with a drive-by, lookin' through my side eye
All you motherf*ckers need to get up off of my cock
Aye, lately it feels like I've been seeing double
I fought myself and we had quite a scuffle
I'm picking myself right up out of this rubble
Now I need a big bag, give me a duffle
Ugh, give me a couple minutes, I'm going straight for the finish,
I never needed no help in this underground industry business
I've been grinding for my spot so long
Dropping all these f*cking songs,
Wait, I'm the pick of the litter, bitch
All you f*ckers illiterate, I've been done with the little shit
Moving on to way bigger shit, got a mission I'm finishing
If a pussy wanna start shit, then I'll be ending him, aye

I'll send some shots right at your top
Blade to your neck and I might just chop
Pull up on an opp let it pop, pop, pop
Wet a pussy up and I ain't talking WAP, aye
Demon done switched up the flow today
I'll turn your ass into a cold case
Slicing and dicing and swinging like tyson
Got 'em screaming mayday

Bitch quit with the dissing, ain't here for the backtalk
Apollo, I spit like a prophet
My shit's like a rocket 'cause it's finna blast off
You ain't got a future, I'll slide with my mask off
When I slide in the streets
F*ck all my opps, you gon' find em deceased
I was deep in the jungle surrounded by beasts
Sticky trigger finger, it won't wipe when he sneeze, achoo
Like dude, motherf*cker sit down, watch my moves
Damn, you in love with everything I do
Stick spitting hadoukens, Ryu
They like damn Kupid, how are you
Not finna sit back and keep your cool
'Cause I've been doing this shit for a long time
And none of these rappers can do nothing new

I'll send some shots right at your top
Blade to your neck and I might just chop
Pull up on an opp let it pop, pop, pop
Wet a pussy up and I ain't talking WAP, aye
Demon done switched up the flow today
I'll turn your ass into a cold case
Slicing and dicing and swinging like tyson
Got 'em screaming mayday
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Writer: Ellie Coby, John Workopich
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