(intro)
man this beat got me on demon mode, you know?
for real?
yeah bro, im cooking up something real good, just let me cook
alright

(chorus)
I am not kidding, you ain't fucking with me
Run up these racks, I'm disturbing the peace
Ain't saying "on god", cause you know that is me
Shooting you now, with my golden dime piece 
Stacking up hundreds,  I'm running them dry, got an X in my eyes, eating them likes it's pie, I'm counting my money, so much I might die, a demon they call me, they scared for their lives

(verse 1)
gotta motherfucker tryna open my door
so I grab my 2 nines on my table
He's got bullet holes now, filled with fentanyl
not gonna wake up, he unable
when i mark your bitch, you wont laugh it off
like team rocket, you be blastin' off
got one shot, she got a bloody cough
on my front porch, now i cant stop

got hoes left and right, tryna fuck with me
dont care about em, cause i need some peace
with an older chick, like "oh thats sick"
got my hair slicked back, with a double blick
you wanna know that risk?
got my exotic whip, with my stupid drip, know it certainly
thought i'd be dead by now in all honesty
but im coming with the money, all beside me

(bridge)
going with the flow
this shit too slow
she a bad little bitch
but i know she a hoe
three shots deep
shes taking off her clothes
blowing these hips like woah

(verse 2)
these bitches say its their favorite song
im a fiend for the drugs, the streets I belong
on your knees pray to god, the pain wont last long
two shots in the dome, aint looking so strong
tryna summon a demon, but satan i spawn
in the game of life, you are just a pawn
im fucking your bitch, i said holdon
2 racks in my pants, this is where i belong

hate on my flow, i said fuck that
you fuck with me? i tip my hat
i sock your knee with a baseball bat
growing too fast, industry plant
shoot him for the one time, put him in a cast
going for a ride? i said fuck yes

(chorus)
I am not kidding, you ain't fucking with me
Run up these racks, I'm disturbing the peace
Ain't saying "on god", cause you know that is me
Shooting you now, with my golden dime piece 
Stacking up hundreds,  I'm running them dry, got an X in my eyes, eating them likes it's pie, I'm counting my money, so much I might die, a demon they call me, they scared for their lives

(outro)
one, two, who the fuck is you
three, four, get the fuck out my door
five, six put you in the mix 
seven, eight, end the debate
nine, ten, eleven, twelve shots in yo face
i shoot your bitch your face decay
uh oh, bitch, cops on the way
aint gonna see another day

yng pig