[Intro]
(Damn Kai, you goin' crazy!)
Uh, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Scorey]
I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check, uh
Watch how the light glare when I poke out this Patek, uh
I wish you might stare at this choker around my neck, uh
My n***a right there, he gon' blow if he upset

[Chorus: Scorey]
I got bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh
Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh
We just gon' spray 'em down, we get 40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh
Better not play around, when them demons out, it get reckless, uh (Uh, uh ,uh)

[Verse 1: Polo G]
Slide in traffic
Next day, who died, what happened?
Shit real life, no acting, we live a life so tragic
Christian Dior, Palm Angels, he stay in his bag, uh
My drip so godly, make an atheist mad
And I might just put a body on this K when it blast
Like a hotel, 'til he check out, we gon' stay on his ass
Ride for the set, don't disrespect it
Don't come outside with a vest, all headshots when we wet shit
Blow his mind like he impressed, we ain't civilized we get treacherous
In the blood puddle where he slept, he get baptized with this Wesson
Another homicide you get stretched, now he wit' his guys up in heaven
Won't apologize for his death, n***a should'a died, don't regret shit
[Pre-Chorus: Scorey]
I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check, uh
Watch how the light glare when I poke out this Patek, uh
I wish you might stare at this choker around my neck, uh
My n***a right there, he gon' blow if he upset

[Chorus: Scorey]
I got bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh
Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh
We just gon' spray 'em down, we get 40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh
Better not play around, when them demons out, it get reckless, huh

[Verse 2: Scorey]
Back then we was crackin' down on the opps
We was stacking counts on that block
Steady serving hard, like Patrick Star, tryna make a house out that rock
Catch a n***a out of bounds, and he shot
.30 put a lot of rounds in that Glock
Let a n***a play around in my stomping grounds, he gon' play wrong and get stomped
Stand over his body, that's a overkill
Keep a lil' demon by my side, because I know he will
He off the X but he gon' shoot it if he sober still
Them hollow tips gon' hit his head, fuck up his motor skills, uh
Slide 'til he wet
Hit him, if he die, no regrets
And the other side ain't a threat, really that's just what they type on the net
Caught 'em tryna ride in the whip, we gon' send a n***a high with the jets
And that .45 like a stylist, when it shoot a guy, get him dressed
[Pre-Chorus: Scorey]
I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check, uh
Watch how the light glare when I poke out this Patek, uh
I wish you might stare at this choker around my neck, uh
My n***a right there, he gon' blow if he upset

[Chorus: Scorey]
I got bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh
Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh
We just gon' spray 'em down, we get 40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh
Better not play around, when them demons out, it get reckless, uh