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jace23

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New York Style Drill Lyrics By Jace23

Lyrics

Verse 1]

I'ma demon, just look in my eyes

Just like them birds, bullets gonna fly

How you a gangsta and you testify?

Try to run up and you will die

Bad lil' shorty got aim like a cop

But she for the block, she know how we rock

Talk crazy to me, then I'm taking your top

I just want money, a bag full of knots

I got hands, I'll give you a knot

Won't stop shooting until the gun stop

Or until I see the cops

We at the top, you mad 'cause you not

Chorus

Demons in the night, we ridin' with the fire (fire)

Bullets singin' high, takin' what we desire (desire)

No snitchin' in the game, we stackin' up the knots (knots)

Run up if you brave, but you gon' get got (got)

Eyes like a hawk, we own the block (block)

Talk that talk, but we make it pop (pop)

From the bottom to the top, we never stop (stop)

Demons rise, watch the bodies drop (drop)

Verse 2

Creepin' through the shadows, mask on my face

Hustle every day, no time for the chase

You claim you real, but you fold under pressure

I'm built for the war, you just a lesser

Shorty by my side, she loyal to the core

Ride or die vibe, we settlin' the score

Pockets full of green, knots tied tight

Enemies schemin', but they out of sight

Fists fly first, then the heat ignite

Won't hesitate, turn day into night

Cops on the corner, but we slip through the cracks

Stackin' that paper, no lookin' back

Chorus

Demons in the night, we ridin' with the fire (fire)

Bullets singin' high, takin' what we desire (desire)

No snitchin' in the game, we stackin' up the knots (knots)

Run up if you brave, but you gon' get got (got)

Eyes like a hawk, we own the block (block)

Talk that talk, but we make it pop (pop)

From the bottom to the top, we never stop (stop)

Demons rise, watch the bodies drop (drop)

Outro

We at the peak, you stuck in the mud (mud)

Demons forever, spillin' that blood (blood)

Money my motive, power my drug (drug)

Run up on us, get buried in slugs (slugs)

Eyes wide open, never trust a soul

In this game, we controllin' the toll

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