[Intro: wifisfuneral]
Ayy, turn up
Ayy, turn up
Sippin' lean wit' a tech
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Uh, ayy, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: wifisfuneral]
Ayy, I'm a gravedigger (Woo), rob my plug right in his face, n***a
Eight figures, harder than a bass trigger, play different
Diamonds like a mountain with a lake in it (Okay)
N***as' steady penny chase pimpin', boy, I got it out the mud so out the mud that's why the face different (Okay)
Bitch, I pour the eight inside the two, that's how I'm built, I'm a loser out of guilt
Hol' up, pussy taste like pop, pop, pop, Coca Cola
He want pressure I'm like, stop stop stop, you don't know me homie
Okay, yeah, I'm riding in my Benz, I'm swerving, had to pull up on purpose and my purpose worthless
Who can merge this hurt and know one things for certain, pop a pill I get worser, pop a pill I get worser, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: JG]
Demons on my back, that ain't nothin' new
In Neiman's blowing stacks cause it's fun to do, yeah
See that in my eyes the shit I been though
I don't wanna die, I feel bulletproof
Demons on my back, that ain't nothin' new
In Neiman's blowing stacks cause it's fun to do, yeah
See that in my eyes the shit I been though
I don't wanna die, I feel bulletproof