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[chorus: yung griffin]
devil h-rns, devil h-rns
i don’t f-ck with you no more
if you talking sh-t then i will smoke you
like a d-mn newport

devil h-rns, devil h-rns
f-ck with myself, don’t need support
don’t hit my phone, asking for features
or you will get ignored

devil h-rns, devil h-rns
i don’t f-ck with you no more
if you talking sh-t then i will smoke you
like a d-mn newport

devil h-rns, devil h-rns
f-ck with myself, don’t need support
don’t hit my phone, asking for features
or you will get ignored

[verse 1: yung griffin]
hop on the beat and i k!ll it like bundy
the kid with the problems is making the money
you talking that sh-t and you’ll hit the ground money
you hate on my music and we’ll cause a ruckus

the quality down, but my money is high
we stacking this dough like we friends with the sky
my cousin, my brother, my left, and my right
and we not letting you down, we perform every night

yeah this is a flex, this is all night press sh-t
how they gon like me if i don’t put out my best sh-t
how do i know what they want not on my dmx sh-t
everybody wants to be drake, i’m on some next sh-t

and they don’t think i’m ready, but trust me i did practice
depressed boy, needing money, and i’m with a sad b-tch
1980s with my vibe, you know we take it back b-tch
green sweater, kakis, i’m dressing like yo dad b-tch

[chorus: yung griffin]
devil h-rns, devil h-rns
i don’t f-ck with you no more
if you talking sh-t then i will smoke you
like a d-mn newport

devil h-rns, devil h-rns
f-ck with myself, don’t need support
don’t hit my phone, asking for features
or you will get ignored

[verse 2: sleepingforyears]
aye, dreamside, aye

call me captain hitsug-ya cos my ice so cold
all these b-tches do the same sh-t it’s getting old
i’m not finna love you hoe, heart trapped under the snow
i’m a knife ring demon, i could never ever fold

i’mma take you down to where you don’t belong
take you to the frozen lake where i first f-cking sp-wned
n-gga there is no debate, all my n-ggas really armed
30 clips and red beams like the brake lights of a car
please test me little b-tch, i promise you will not get far

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