NOT NO DEMON! + ODDWIN [PROD. WHERE IS BLIX?] by sorrai (@prodsorrai)

[chorus: sorrai]
yuh, niggas stay runnin they mouth but they don’t got zilch in they fuckin account
broke nigga chatting he wrong and he proud the pistol is competition getting loud
sent his lil head top straight to the clouds but straight into space now his brain poppin out
step out the way bitch hand me that crown he ask if i’m like that without a doubt
why is you talkin like you in the streets, boy you is not no demon
saying you’ll clear me and fuck up my team, the pussy gon give me a reason
whether it’s rain or shine i take yo life it don’t matter the season
i got shooters in every country the rifle ain’t bound by the region bitch

[verse 1: sorrai]
i get you gone with the snap of my finger you pull a fast one nigga i’m quicker
you had a big voice you tried to bicker you seen the pole you reduced to a whisper
you wouldn’t know what a struggle is till you get washed up in a beat up fisker
all them posts had you lookin mean, but all that i see is a baby with whiskers
do not try to be that guy you wish you was
you ain’t capable of that shit you spit, ain’t shit we gotta discuss
you been a bitch boy yo whole life and all of this pipin up is a fuss
this shit is a coverup cuz all of my niggas know you cappin bruh
don’t give no fuck about yo life you just like dirt to me
not once did i do you wrong but you straight buggin throwin this dirt on me
yaint even got a lil motive, you just lying, that shit hurting me
it hurts to see i gotta get you gone cuz you a worthless peon
get this beef off
bitch my team on go mode i do not play
if you wanna get walked down step to my face
boy you better not run i’ma close up the space
i’ma teach you to stay in yo muhfuckin place
fuck round find out bitch i’m out my mind and shit
i do not turn blind eyes luh bitch pull up like popeye in this bitch you over quick

[verse 2: oddwin]
it's over with, you fuck with me it's over with
you think you won but i get back up like im spopovich
shaking while it's in your hand you scare to hold the glick
you happy bout that song you drop but we aint notice it
yo shit under the radar the shit that we making is back on the radar
i don't be doing no shooters my homies the ones with the ARs
if i step in my hometown they gone treat me like i'm the mayor
and i'm way too lit this drink i got i might need a chaser
nowadays i chase the paper
cannot hang around a faker
purple suit with this gold on niggas would've thought i was a laker
all this cake on the back of my bitch i would've thought she a baker
niggas dumping clips, going back and forth, you need to stay where it's safer
niggas be slimey, they try to be your friend, then they gone turn to a hater
then they see you go up and they hit you back up when you bout to go major
they be begging for hollers they begging for dollars i am not your lil saviour
most of you niggas move wack as fuck i swear to god i really hate ya

[chorus: sorrai]
yuh, niggas stay runnin they mouth but they don’t got zilch in they fuckin account
broke nigga chatting he wrong and he proud the pistol is competition getting loud
sent his lil head top straight to the clouds but straight into space now his brain poppin out
step out the way bitch hand me that crown he ask if i’m like that without a doubt
why is you talkin like you in the streets, boy you is not no demon
saying you’ll clear me and fuck up my team, the pussy gon give me a reason
whether it’s rain or shine i take yo life it don’t matter the season
i got shooters in every country the rifle ain’t bound by the region bitch

blixy blixy doki doki (star sfx or sumn)