"No Privacy" lyrics

(Haha, PBell)
(Dante, you snapped on this one)

Oh, you some demon, nigga? Goski bring demons with him
The reapers hunt, can't run from us, they fiendin' to come kill him
I grabbed his soul, his blood was rushin' all down my arm
We tap heads, ain't no flags or false alarms, it's beef, we goin' to get 'em
My bitch get mad, I'm out with hoes, she tryna leave a nigga
Don't care if we bulletproof the truck, my opps still can't go leave [?]
They called me "Gang Sergeant," now I just make music, don't say that I'm in it
Never leave the city, he just get souls, lil' bro my Chiraq killer

It's money on somebody head, who you think finna know about it?
You was dissin' lil' dude and ain't even do it, how you think we gon' go about it?
Was really my mans, we used to go spin, I pull up, blow smoke about him
I don't gotta talk, just raise my hand, they gon' come catch that body
I fucked your bitch for real, for sure through, it ain't no probably
I just landed in the U.S.A., I feel like Miley Cyrus
We gon' come through bumpin' guns, dumpin', you don't wanna get us started
Black track, plus them bitches got a big thumper, they out here throwin' the party
I'ma slide through, make somethin' ugly, I'm showin' them niggas I'm with it
I already did everything that you wanna go do, I ain't gotta beg for credit
We inside of your city like we the Army and most of us holdin' on switches
I can use my face card for them Bs, but I swipe off for credit

Oh, you some demon, nigga? Goski bring demons with him
The reapers hunt, can't run from us, they fiendin' to come kill him
I grabbed his soul, his blood was rushin' all down my arm
We tap heads, ain't no flags or false alarms, it's beef, we goin' to get 'em
My bitch get mad I'm out with hoes, she tryna leave a nigga
Don't care if we bulletproof the truck, my opps still can't go leave [?]
They called me "Gang Sergeant," now I just make music, don't say that I'm in it
Never leave the city, he just get souls, lil' bro my Chiraq killer