[Intro]
JD On Tha Track
Lil Tjay, hmm-mm
Yung Ting, you goin' crazy

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
I call up them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
I call up them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
(I stay with my guys)
I stay with them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons (They think that I'm lyin')
Still talk to the demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
I call up them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
I call up them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
I stay with them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
Still talk to the demons, demons, demons, demons, demons

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
You know my body, I ain't gotta say too much
Real shit, I don't give two fucks
Smokin' on Backwoods, I don't really fuck with no Dutch
Y'all n***as, I'll roll a n***a up
N***a right to the left he a shooter in the cut
I'm a star, please, boy, don't touch
Mike Amiri on my drip plus the 20 on my hip
Chain swang, I ain't giving no fucks
Only 18 and I'm living out the dream
Can't believe how got here, happened so fast
In the studio smokin' on gas
I got gotta thank God 'cause he gave me one task
I ain't worry 'bout you, I want cash
New whip and that's too fast
I ain't worry 'bout a ho bitch trash
'Member n***a tryna say I won't blast
N***as tryna say I won't make it
N***as tryna say I won't win
That be the reason I grind, I'm a just stick to the end
They try to cap and pretend
Come back around and act like your friend
Snake me then never again
Loyalty realer that never gon' end
[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
I call up them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
I call up them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
(I stay with my guys)
I stay with them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons (They think that I'm lyin')
Still talk to the demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
I call up them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
I call up them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
I stay with them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
Still talk to the demons, demons, demons, demons, demons

[Verse 2: Melvoni]
I still fuck with them killers, we droppin' 4's for the 40's
'Cause we do not fuck with them n***as
I know all the drillers, I know these n***as actin'
They ain't tough, they ain't bust triggers
Bitch, I ain't no kid, my hittas pull up where you live
And we won't talk 'bout what we did
They know who we spin
Circle the block and it sound like a plane when they hit the twins
When shit hit the fan are you gon' ride out for your mans?
Or was that not part of the plan
I know some n***as that stuck in the cell
And pull the rug from wherever you stand
We gettin' 'em hit
Hit whatever in sight and send them n***as to the blue
Uh, hitter to my left, hitter to my right
Six shots, monkey see, monkey do
Yeah, 'member them days I was hustlin'
All those days I ain't have nothin'
And my shooters came with a budget
All y'all n***as came and start bluffin'
APM bustin' for nothin', no reason
It's almost the winter, you know, it's that season
And I know that these pussy n***as schemin'
But it's alright, I just call up my demons
[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
I call up them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
I call up them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
(I stay with my guys)
I stay with them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons (They think that I'm lyin')
Still talk to the demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
I call up them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
I call up them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
I stay with them demons, demons, demons, demons, demons
Still talk to the demons, demons, demons, demons, demons