"Demolition 1 + 2" lyrics
(Woah, Kenny)
Ayy
Please don't worry, let me (Hey)
Ayy, run inside your shit, I need an ESPY (Hey)
No Scantron, don't test me (Hey)
Hey, self-defense, no wrestling (Okay, uh)
Booker T the only nigga here, uh (Yeah)
I make money disappear (Okay), huh
Back-up camera, see me in the rear (Yeah)
Uh, back up, everything you lack, huh (Okay)
Ayy, Will Smith, Jada Pinkett, act up, huh
We ain't SWAT, but it get tactical (It get tactical)
Feelin' like Dwayne Carter, ayy, child star, ayy (Child star)
I been that nigga for forever (For forever)
Look, but don't look now, they gettin' nervous, huh (They gettin' nervous)
I remember when they curved me (When they curved me)
Back when Kim had broke my heart and she knew it (And she knew it)
I got way too high and almost blew it (Almost blew it)
Walk in the mall and throw my shoes in the trashcan (Throw 'em away)
I got them rap checks and split it with ManMan, ayy (No more weight)
He fell in love with them damn Xans (No, no way)
I fell in love with a white girl, I know that she don't like me back
Young KEY!, I need a Nike check
Police tryna indict me, yeah (Oh yeah)
Break your teeth tryna bite me, yeah
There is no one like me, yeah (Open up that fuckin' moshpit)
Let the choir sing, ooh (Yeah), ooh, yeah (Yeah), ayy
Uh, can't nobody stop me but me (No)
Ayy, trust me, three sevens lucky (Woah)
Ayy, gluttony, that mean I want everything (Hey)
Almost bought a diamond chain, but I got too high (High)
And I almost died, but you know a nigga got by (Hey)
Almost touched the ground, but I'm way too fly (I)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Shinin' like a chandelier, niggas hate when I appear
Please don't worry, let me (Hey)
Ayy, run inside your shit, I need an ESPY (Hey)
No Scantron, don't test me (Hey)
Hey, self-defense, no wrestling (Okay, uh)
Booker T the only nigga here, uh (Yeah)
I make money disappear (Okay), huh
Back-up camera, see me in the rear (Yeah)
Uh, back up, everything you lack, huh (Okay)
Man, I seen you lifeless
Why life gotta be like this?
Please be the fake me
If I was you, I would hate me, ooh
Ayy
Please don't worry, let me (Hey)
Ayy, run inside your shit, I need an ESPY (Hey)
No Scantron, don't test me (Hey)
Hey, self-defense, no wrestling (Okay, uh)
Booker T the only nigga here, uh (Yeah)
I make money disappear (Okay), huh
Back-up camera, see me in the rear (Yeah)
Uh, back up, everything you lack, huh (Okay)
Ayy, Will Smith, Jada Pinkett, act up, huh
We ain't SWAT, but it get tactical (It get tactical)
Feelin' like Dwayne Carter, ayy, child star, ayy (Child star)
I been that nigga for forever (For forever)
Look, but don't look now, they gettin' nervous, huh (They gettin' nervous)
I remember when they curved me (When they curved me)
Back when Kim had broke my heart and she knew it (And she knew it)
I got way too high and almost blew it (Almost blew it)
Walk in the mall and throw my shoes in the trashcan (Throw 'em away)
I got them rap checks and split it with ManMan, ayy (No more weight)
He fell in love with them damn Xans (No, no way)
I fell in love with a white girl, I know that she don't like me back
Young KEY!, I need a Nike check
Police tryna indict me, yeah (Oh yeah)
Break your teeth tryna bite me, yeah
There is no one like me, yeah (Open up that fuckin' moshpit)
Let the choir sing, ooh (Yeah), ooh, yeah (Yeah), ayy
Uh, can't nobody stop me but me (No)
Ayy, trust me, three sevens lucky (Woah)
Ayy, gluttony, that mean I want everything (Hey)
Almost bought a diamond chain, but I got too high (High)
And I almost died, but you know a nigga got by (Hey)
Almost touched the ground, but I'm way too fly (I)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Shinin' like a chandelier, niggas hate when I appear
Please don't worry, let me (Hey)
Ayy, run inside your shit, I need an ESPY (Hey)
No Scantron, don't test me (Hey)
Hey, self-defense, no wrestling (Okay, uh)
Booker T the only nigga here, uh (Yeah)
I make money disappear (Okay), huh
Back-up camera, see me in the rear (Yeah)
Uh, back up, everything you lack, huh (Okay)
Man, I seen you lifeless
Why life gotta be like this?
Please be the fake me
If I was you, I would hate me, ooh
Writer(s): Marquis Devone Whittaker, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume
