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k3 flamez - “steppin’ on demons” lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, flamez, turn that motherf+cka up) grrt, bow, bow

[verse]
b+tch, i’m outside tweakin’, every opp i see get turned into a f+ckin’ mural (f+ck him up)
switch on the glock, kick back so hard, sh+t sound like a d+mn draco funeral (boom, boom)
pull up on they block, hop out on feet, we don’t ever do no b+tch+ass cruisin’ (f+ck that car)
hit him in the face, left brain on pavement, lil’ p+ssy got caught steady snoozin’ (sleep, b+tch)
slidin’ with a chop so big this f+ckin’ stick look like a tank on steroids (big ass stick)
tell that hoe i’m heartless, suck my d+ck then leave, b+tch, i ain’t never paranoid (f+ck you mean)
cuz crashed the whip, still hopped out dumpin’, swear to god he destroyed that boy (grrt, bow)
these 7.62s atе up his chest, sh+t look like we hollowеd out his torso, boy (hollow him out)
we don’t do no talkin’, b+tch, we stalkin’, every opp get cooked like ramen (cook his ass)
try to set me up? yo’ stupid ass gon’ die, ain’t no b+tch alive i’m trustin’ (f+ck that hoe)
smokin’ on za, but the opp pack stronger, this the sh+t that got my lungs combustin’ (strong pack)
i’ll f+ck yo’ friend, then block you fast, lil’ b+tch stop cryin’, i ain’t your husband (weak ass hoe)
we ridin’ foreigns, windows blacked out, slide like ninjas in the nighttime creepin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
b+tch, i keep a heater, don’t act tough, one spark and yo’ dumb ass leak like sinkin’ (wet him up)
bro off a pill, tryna drill something, swear that motherf+cker turn demon on weekends (demon time)
dropped that rat, put cheese on his head, whole block knew it wasn’t no secret (f+ck a rat)
aim at his dome, split that sh+t open, left his family cryin’ like a soap show (cry, b+tch)
chop in my pants so heavy i’m limpin’, look like i’m walkin’ with a broke toe (heavy as h+ll)
b+tch, i’m too cold, froze up the room, whole squad slid masked up like snow patrol (masked up)
say my name wrong, bullets’ll sing — hit every f+ck n+gga in a whole row (brrt, brrt)
opp tried runnin’, tripped on the curb, head bounced twice like a basketball dribble (dumb ass)
shot his ass once, he flopped so hard, paramedics thought he died in the middle (dead b+tch)
roll up a ‘wood, blow smoke at the sky, b+tch, i ain’t never stressin’ no issues (never cared)
say f+ck yo’ gang, f+ck yo’ dead homies, and f+ck whoever cryin’ with tissues (f+ck them all)

- k3 flamez lyrics

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