There Demons in head, they are all wishing that Gizz will be dead, matter fact keep it all a stack I’ll do this instead get strap niggas bout to black imma pump his chest with lead, if he moving or if he drooling he won’t move again, They bitch clueless, she asked if we going to Ruth Chris I left her on read, cause she ruthless, and quite an a nuisance I’m just to the bread I’m boss, I ain’t a middle man, niggas looking lost, those niggas are the little men, expensive cost we gone spend all the bands, exotic coughs come shop and pick strain, With bags I’mma moss, in the sun imma tan, With rags it was gettin gross, now skirting inna van, My crib look like a loft, staying in the bridge You know who it is, bitch it’s Gizz There Demons in head, they are all wishing that Gizz will be dead, matter fact keep it all a stack I’ll do this instead get strap niggas bout to black pump his chest with lead, if he moving or if he drooling he won’t move again, They bitch clueless, she ask if we going to Ruth Chris left her on read, cause she ruthless, and quite an a nuisance I’m just to the bread