Bitch I'm cold
But I'm hotter than the flu
Gorillas rollin wit me
Like they came up out the Zoo
Bruce Wayne
All black
Sliding in the coupe
Feeling like I'm Batman
How I'm robbing for the loot
Gettin to the guala
Feelin like big poppa
Hold the game down
Lil niggah got it locked up
Spraying wit the Choppa
Have him singing like a opera
Put him on a shirt
Leave his family wit some trauma
F on the beat
Ima F up yo life
Bitch I'm him
And I stay with the pipe
Henny in this cup
Hoe this ain't miller lite
But I'll buss a modelo
If the time feeling right
Ima demon
With liquor in my system
Are you down to ride
Is you tryna hit a mission
Glock on my lap
With a 30 round extension
Put it in his face
Leave a pussy niggah pissin
Get a niggah wacked
Just for tension in my mention
Really in the field
Yeah you Niggahs riding benches
Smoke wit my team?
Better come to you senses
You Niggahs really bitches
High heels and some dresses
Oooo man I got em feeling pressed
Money never sleep
So I'm never getting rest
Always looking right
Bitch I'm never getting left
Niggah you a boy
Better say it wit ya chest
Bitch I'm cold
But I'm hotter than the flu
Gorillas rollin wit me
Like they came up out the Zoo
Bruce Wayne
All black
Sliding in the coupe
Feeling like I'm Batman
How I'm robbing for the loot
Gettin to the guala
Feelin like big poppa
Hold the game down
Lil niggah got it locked up
Spraying wit the Choppa
Have him singing like a opera
Put him on a shirt
Leave his family wit some trauma
Greatest out my city
Ima put it on my grave
If I said it
Then I meant it
Take a screenshot
Hit save
These Niggahs really clowns
Too bad that I been IT
Talking bout some money
Bank account 7 digits
I be clowning
Got these Niggahs frowning
King You a peasant
Niggah better Start bowing
Dog in the night
At the moon I be howling
Thumbing through the cash
Like drac I be counting
Oscar the grouch ima pop out
In a Range Rover
Blue on the Gucci
Got me feeling like I'm Grover
Sesame Street
Man this shit child's play
Feeling like I'm chucky
No time for no buddi
Running through these checks
Nike couldn't fund me
Hop Hefner stay
Wit a few bad bunnies
Pumped up kicks
Kids better run from me
Feeling like a demon
Ain't nobody gon touch me
Yung Hop - Demons (feat. GrantLo) Lyrics
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English
Bitch I'm cold
But I'm hotter than the flu
Gorillas rollin wit me
Like they came up out the Zoo
Bruce Wayne
All black
Sliding in the coupe
Feeling like I'm Batman
How I'm robbing for the loot
Gettin to the guala
Feelin like big poppa
Hold the game down
Lil niggah got it locked up
Spraying wit the Choppa
Have him singing like a opera
Put him on a shirt
Leave his family wit some trauma
F on the beat
Ima F up yo life
Bitch I'm him
And I stay with the pipe
Henny in this cup
Hoe this ain't miller lite
But I'll buss a modelo
If the time feeling right
Ima demon
With liquor in my system
Are you down to ride
Is you tryna hit a mission
Glock on my lap
With a 30 round extension
Put it in his face
Leave a pussy niggah pissin
Get a niggah wacked
Just for tension in my mention
Really in the field
Yeah you Niggahs riding benches
Smoke wit my team?
Better come to you senses
You Niggahs really bitches
High heels and some dresses
Oooo man I got em feeling pressed
Money never sleep
So I'm never getting rest
Always looking right
Bitch I'm never getting left
Niggah you a boy
Better say it wit ya chest
Bitch I'm cold
But I'm hotter than the flu
Gorillas rollin wit me
Like they came up out the Zoo
Bruce Wayne
All black
Sliding in the coupe
Feeling like I'm Batman
How I'm robbing for the loot
Gettin to the guala
Feelin like big poppa
Hold the game down
Lil niggah got it locked up
Spraying wit the Choppa
Have him singing like a opera
Put him on a shirt
Leave his family wit some trauma
Greatest out my city
Ima put it on my grave
If I said it
Then I meant it
Take a screenshot
Hit save
These Niggahs really clowns
Too bad that I been IT
Talking bout some money
Bank account 7 digits
I be clowning
Got these Niggahs frowning
King You a peasant
Niggah better Start bowing
Dog in the night
At the moon I be howling
Thumbing through the cash
Like drac I be counting
Oscar the grouch ima pop out
In a Range Rover
Blue on the Gucci
Got me feeling like I'm Grover
Sesame Street
Man this shit child's play
Feeling like I'm chucky
No time for no buddi
Running through these checks
Nike couldn't fund me
Hop Hefner stay
Wit a few bad bunnies
Pumped up kicks
Kids better run from me
Feeling like a demon
Ain't nobody gon touch me
But I'm hotter than the flu
Gorillas rollin wit me
Like they came up out the Zoo
Bruce Wayne
All black
Sliding in the coupe
Feeling like I'm Batman
How I'm robbing for the loot
Gettin to the guala
Feelin like big poppa
Hold the game down
Lil niggah got it locked up
Spraying wit the Choppa
Have him singing like a opera
Put him on a shirt
Leave his family wit some trauma
F on the beat
Ima F up yo life
Bitch I'm him
And I stay with the pipe
Henny in this cup
Hoe this ain't miller lite
But I'll buss a modelo
If the time feeling right
Ima demon
With liquor in my system
Are you down to ride
Is you tryna hit a mission
Glock on my lap
With a 30 round extension
Put it in his face
Leave a pussy niggah pissin
Get a niggah wacked
Just for tension in my mention
Really in the field
Yeah you Niggahs riding benches
Smoke wit my team?
Better come to you senses
You Niggahs really bitches
High heels and some dresses
Oooo man I got em feeling pressed
Money never sleep
So I'm never getting rest
Always looking right
Bitch I'm never getting left
Niggah you a boy
Better say it wit ya chest
Bitch I'm cold
But I'm hotter than the flu
Gorillas rollin wit me
Like they came up out the Zoo
Bruce Wayne
All black
Sliding in the coupe
Feeling like I'm Batman
How I'm robbing for the loot
Gettin to the guala
Feelin like big poppa
Hold the game down
Lil niggah got it locked up
Spraying wit the Choppa
Have him singing like a opera
Put him on a shirt
Leave his family wit some trauma
Greatest out my city
Ima put it on my grave
If I said it
Then I meant it
Take a screenshot
Hit save
These Niggahs really clowns
Too bad that I been IT
Talking bout some money
Bank account 7 digits
I be clowning
Got these Niggahs frowning
King You a peasant
Niggah better Start bowing
Dog in the night
At the moon I be howling
Thumbing through the cash
Like drac I be counting
Oscar the grouch ima pop out
In a Range Rover
Blue on the Gucci
Got me feeling like I'm Grover
Sesame Street
Man this shit child's play
Feeling like I'm chucky
No time for no buddi
Running through these checks
Nike couldn't fund me
Hop Hefner stay
Wit a few bad bunnies
Pumped up kicks
Kids better run from me
Feeling like a demon
Ain't nobody gon touch me
Writer: Robert Smoot
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid