Demon Child Video (MV)

Huh, huh, come on
I ain't, I ain't gon' do this shit
Bitch, you know I really step on shit
Come on, come on

Yo, Kanava got no feelings for these hoes
He tryna stop shit
Let me find out, niggas, what's up with my name
I just want pleasure in that light

These porcelain nails don't know a thing
The devil made, he told Kanava, leave us in there
I be on real shit
Man, I got that shit up in my pocket

These diamonds really shiny
They call my phone, bitch, I'll decline
Money, f*ck your money, tell him come and find me
Stupid bitch, you want me dead

You know he bangin' blue, but I bang red fire
I'm gon' call the call, you're dead, bitch
You should've f*ckin' read them flyers
I know these niggas want a man with me

If they block, I'll lease your daddy
Man, don't end me by no damn relations
Man, that girl, she disappointed me
All these hoes inside this bitch, they shakin

They just want Levi
When young Kanava take that stick, go crazy
They don't know shit that I see
Young Kanava, the devil

You pussy bitch, I hear you talkin' behind my back
I gotta make them f*ck with you
My lil' bro burnin' a splitter
Jumpin' off that truck, beamin' on his head

Don't let these hoes up your pride
Young Kanava got no feelin' for these hoes
He tryin' to stop them, let me find out niggas
Who run up that clock, I just want blessings

Run that light, these pussy niggas don't know
Bitch, I've been on real shit
But man, he told Kanava he was in there
I've been on real shit

I've seen them bitches, boys, they in that crew
Leave shit on channel, they try to moderate
These pussy niggas, they ain't got all these pussies
Make a rape, but tell me what you tryin' to do

Young bitch have his mind to find cronies
Came to pick him up, they said it's f*ckin' Monday
I been askin' where my pay went
No f*ckin' payment, so I came

They say I chained, but they don't know me
You ain't no gangsta, need a clique to make you
Boy, you been at nothing, just like Jamaica
Be the real thing, don't do no talkin, get your brain split

Kanava demon shit
Don't give no f*ck about what the law say
Respect the game, you pay that fine, we drag it to the grave
Too many dead souls around, this N.O.P.D. ain't gon' stop shit

I saw some shit up in the store, I'm wonderin' why the f*ck I caught this
I write shit, it's the D.A, I'm takin' drugs
I blunt and f*ck that basketball team
You stupid bitch, don't tell me na-na, I'll pop your dick

It's YBG, I been in shock
Young Kanava, bitch, I made him go for the garlic
Bitch, I'm done with this
Young Kanava, don't forget you

I put my head high when they told I don't understand
I should've wept and cried, I don't blame you
Man, I'm so tired of that shit
And that nigga pussy as a bitch

You know how it feel for the first time in your life
You better duck that f*ckin' sweat they made me make
Don't care about men, f*ckin' feelings, pussy bitch
I always remember what they told me

Now I'm out your killer shit
Yeah, nigga
They gon' feel my f*ckin' pain when I talk in the mic, nigga
I'm tired of that shit

I let y'all pill me for too long
Now y'all gon' feel what I gotta say, you pussy bitch
Yeah
Man, I ain't holdin' my words, nigga

I'ma say what the f*ck I gotta say, nigga
Young Kanava got no feelings for these hoes
He tryna let me fight out niggas
I'm that Glock, I just won't play

You join that line, these pussy mans don't know a thing
Young Kanava, nigga, I'll pop that nigga
I been on murder shit