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young jd – devil shit lyrics

devil sh+t lyrics
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we come with a whole lotta sticks, whole lotta guns
whole lotta cash, whole lotta funds
i drop a song, get a whole lotta numbers
pull up with a big 22, no jumper
splashing sh+t, wetting sh+t, i’m on my devil sh+t
grab me a strap, homie you know the rest of it
flashing it, crashing it, i’m on my rapping sh+t
get in the whip and you know how we settle it
pull up with the boys in the back, we wilding
hop in the whip and we all gon slide
always in the foreign, that’s what we ride
if we catch em in the streets, then they all gon die
that boy is a snake, you can see it in his eyes
if i find him round the block, that gon be his dеmise
now i’m going up, watch the numbers risе
all these diamonds on my neck, got me turning tides
dream place, la, so i ball like the lakers
ain’t no one i trust, cause there’s too many fakers
only color blue, when you talking bout paper
time in the stud, why i only make bangers
want a big house, it gon take up an acre
i knew a lot of people but they all just traitors
looking for the money, they all clout chasers
king of the game, i’m a top tier player
they say, jd, you’re never gonna make it
i’m like, alright just wait some time
always in the notes, i’m writing lines
i’m spitting these bars straight from my mind
king of the game, that crown is mine
make a real quick band, i’m doing fine
always on beat, never miss a rhyme
all these hoes on my d+ck, they ain’t worth a dime
switching it up, i ain’t talking nintendo
up on my grind and i ball like lamelo
i need a coup and i’m making it yellow
i got connections, pull strings like a cello
i do the things that you can’t if you wanted to
hit up my line homie, when all your dollars blue
i want the cash, want a whole lotta bands
so i’m taking over cause there isn’t enough for two
i keep on going till my numbers tower you
we keep on coming, my boys will devour you
i come with a lot, i suggest that you stop
cause you know i’m the king and i just overpower you
there ain’t no hallelujah, but we looking for money trees
get the mullah and we buying a hundred things
grab the ruler and luring you out
hit your medulla, you fall to the ground
ima fighter, i can put you to sleep
knock you out, got you counting sheep
all these boys, all they bars are weak
in my tracks, all my bars on fleek
got yo b+tch and she all on me
got this stick, cause they all on me
all these fans, yeah they all want me
to make a track, cause its always heat
switch it up, yeah my flows bipolar
get on stage and i steal the show
yeah that boy trynna steal my flow
yeah that boy, ima steal his hoe
grab the mic and then i’m rocking out
get the boys and we all popping out
i’m the kid that’s the king of the town
find his spot and then i walk him down
smoking that boy like a swisher
he take the bait like a fisher
we find that boy, make him shiver
then we catch him lacking, we gon pull up and spin him like a twister
i keep it quiet, i whisper
we shooting shots, no pictures
got that boy holding his liver
if we find him again, we gon pop out and pop him like a blister

- young jd lyrics

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