Lost Demons by Ron Stackz Lyrics
In the trap yea I got what you need
Getting money I make it look easy
Imma pour out my soul on the beat
Smoking loud I be fighting my demons
And you told me you never would leave me
Took my heart but I swear I don’t need it
Niggas changing up on me I see it
I be chasing that money im fiening
In the trap won't punch no clock
Fake love lil nigga you a opp
Shoot da Glock to his heart gon stop
Imma grind to my niggas on top
Niggas counted me out no lie
Everybody with me gon ride
So you better not cross that line
Yea that will be suicide
They know that im coming im standing for something
If im goin die imma die bout the money
I keep it real yea I been in the field yea
And all of my niggas know I been ah hundred
It ain't no chill they get popped like a pill
Yea im riding around I ain't runnin from nothing
Ain't in the band but I keep me a drummer
All of these bitches keep callin my number
Yea just came up I swear it was sudden
I just been countin up all these blue hundreds
No I ain't scared I ain't fearing nothing
Niggas be hating I hear it coming
These niggas act like I care or something
These niggas shooting the air they bluffin
You know I go anywhere im thuggin
I swear I can see all them millions coming
On go I got one speed
I can sell a whole p in my sleep
Straight gas I got what you need
Just catch me after
Gotta bad bitch on her knees
She said she came to please
I told her baby please
I swear im not what you need
Can’t wait to drop my top
Can't wait to ice my watch
Know all them hoes gon watch
Know all them hoes gon flock
They tried to lock me down
Im getting money now
Im smoking crazy loud
Your shit don’t make no sound
In the trap yea I got what you need
Getting money I make it look easy
Imma pour out my soul on the beat
Smoking loud I be fighting my demons
And you told me you never would leave me
Took my heart but I swear I don’t need it
Niggas changing up on me I see it
I be chasing that money im fiening
In the trap won't punch no clock
Fake love lil nigga you a opp
Shoot da Glock to his heart gon stop
Imma grind to my niggas on top
Niggas counted me out no lie
Everybody with me gon ride
So you better not cross that line
Yea that will be suicide
Getting money I make it look easy
Imma pour out my soul on the beat
Smoking loud I be fighting my demons
And you told me you never would leave me
Took my heart but I swear I don’t need it
Niggas changing up on me I see it
I be chasing that money im fiening
In the trap won't punch no clock
Fake love lil nigga you a opp
Shoot da Glock to his heart gon stop
Imma grind to my niggas on top
Niggas counted me out no lie
Everybody with me gon ride
So you better not cross that line
Yea that will be suicide
They know that im coming im standing for something
If im goin die imma die bout the money
I keep it real yea I been in the field yea
And all of my niggas know I been ah hundred
It ain't no chill they get popped like a pill
Yea im riding around I ain't runnin from nothing
Ain't in the band but I keep me a drummer
All of these bitches keep callin my number
Yea just came up I swear it was sudden
I just been countin up all these blue hundreds
No I ain't scared I ain't fearing nothing
Niggas be hating I hear it coming
These niggas act like I care or something
These niggas shooting the air they bluffin
You know I go anywhere im thuggin
I swear I can see all them millions coming
On go I got one speed
I can sell a whole p in my sleep
Straight gas I got what you need
Just catch me after
Gotta bad bitch on her knees
She said she came to please
I told her baby please
I swear im not what you need
Can’t wait to drop my top
Can't wait to ice my watch
Know all them hoes gon watch
Know all them hoes gon flock
They tried to lock me down
Im getting money now
Im smoking crazy loud
Your shit don’t make no sound
In the trap yea I got what you need
Getting money I make it look easy
Imma pour out my soul on the beat
Smoking loud I be fighting my demons
And you told me you never would leave me
Took my heart but I swear I don’t need it
Niggas changing up on me I see it
I be chasing that money im fiening
In the trap won't punch no clock
Fake love lil nigga you a opp
Shoot da Glock to his heart gon stop
Imma grind to my niggas on top
Niggas counted me out no lie
Everybody with me gon ride
So you better not cross that line
Yea that will be suicide