Devin Lex - Devin Lex's Cypher 1.0 (feat. YoIsThatRB, J. Nasty, Roula, JR Dez & Day Demon)

Imma come up from the back when I hit that (Uh)
And I wasn't even there when they did that (Blit)
Imma break a hoe off like a Kit Kat
And I hit your bestfriend I admit that
Cash App how the hell you bout to flip that (Ha)
Dumb hoe really bout to get her wig snatched
Top floor we was really bout to get that (Right)
I know but I wasn't tryna fix that
Yeah
Choppa wit a gat, you don't wanna see me
Heard he got a strap, you ain't gon beam me
Choppa go blat, see you on tv
When I hit that, she don't wanna leave me (Yea)

Yo is that Rb
I don't go to the bank cuz the bank come to me
She reached for the thirty and thought it was me
Like baby come here let me fuck you like please
And after I nut I be chilling with ease
I just don't wanna go in too deep with the feels
And they always be copying Tiktok and Reels
She working at navy but she ain't no seal
I'm talking Old Navy she said she got deal
I keep the keys right on top of the tires
I'm killing the pussy I'm Michael like Myer
She already high but she tryna get higher
I sold her some pills and I think they expire
Come get the zaza its smoking like fire
This bitch got a charge on a murder for hire
This year I'm shooting the fake and the liars
If you got supply I can find you a buyer
I am not with all this rapping shit
If she got a nice ass I acknowledge it
If we go to your trap then we popping it bitch
We ain't talking ain't no talking bitch
She said don't ever call me a bitch
I said okay I'm sorry lil bitch
And I heard your ex nigga a snitch
Niggas a snitch what

So what's the problem then
Cause it could get spooky tonight like its Halloween
You say you don't like me but why you still follow me
I'm just tryna get lucky tonight like the lottery
She said J. Nasty just please get inside of me
And don't tell nobody that's just how it gotta be
Like what do I look like to you girl a diary
I don't keep secrets bae I keep it honest
Yeah
And ya shorty she diggin my pants
Now she tryna dig into my pants
Now I got her in love with my drip
Get it (Eww)
Shit, once I'm done with the fun I just dip
I'm just playing bro I got a bitch
Yo baby when you hear this shit just please don't trip (Let's go let's go)
Yeah feed been buzzing like a beehive yeah
All about the money like T.I yeah
Number one feeling like Zion yeah
I could draw a picture with a crayon then I could spray on
Blah Blah causing chaos I'm on your radar
Got me feeling like JR up in the playoffs
The henny god shooting way off
Won't be there long there cause we'll be gone
I'm the best in the city ain't nobody better than me
How could there be a human being more witty than me
My energy like a beam it be ready to gleam
I'm a machine got the keys like I'm ready to leave
Like sheesh
Martin Luther King boy I started with a dream
Feeling like a champ got me started with a ring
And she taller than me but she smaller than me on her knees
Damn, that might've been a reach (God dam)

He said I'm fast speed (Fast)
Get the fuck out told you last week (What)
Pardon my manners not asking (Pew pew pew)
Got a new whip call me classy
Got a new bitch call her nasty
Finished now she in the backseat
He called me heartless
Gave me his soul and I robbed it
Asked for it back not a bargain
Taking that shit to the coffin
Making him sick now he's barfing (Yuh)
Fuck on that bitch till she talk less
Knees weak I'm making her palms sweat
Your girl over there getting topless (Ouuu)
She said come eat girl I'm starving
Hit her one time now she nauseous (Nauseous)
Roula and I'm on the charts bitch (What bitch)
Cant reach me nothing can stop this (Nothing)
You know my worst is your top hit
Running your mouth you'll get popped quick (Quick)
I do my dance then I walk it bitch

Huh what, what god dam
Nah bitch uh huh
Don't play with me nigga
My money is different
I whip out a hunid you pull out a fifty
My pockets are heavy your pockets are empty (What the fuck, empty empty empty)
You driving a Chevy
I'm sipping on henny
While whipping a Bentley lil bitch ( Bentley)
You took her Wendy's
I took her to Fendi
She texting me daddy lil bitch
I like me a baddie I sent her the addy
She making me happy lil bitch
She getting real nasty
Nigga don't at me
I told you don't play with me nigga

Eh eh, eh eh
Slat, eh eh Day Demon
She say dat she love me I know she a freak
But I do not love her so I gotta leave (Go)
I hop in the frog so I gotta leap
I'm leaving him dead just like little peep (Uh uh)
And I'm a Rockstar so I'm finna creep
My gang pulling up and we pulling deep
I'm counting this money but he counting sheep
Lil boy you ain't like that so just take a seat (Huh)
He gonna clap, cuz he is a fan
I hit from the back, feel like Dirty Dan
I run up a sack, run up a band
Put him in the ground put him in the sand
Uhh
Taking a breathe
Keep playin wit me, you asking for death
I hop on the mic and you know the rest
I'm schooling these niggas like taking a test
Ain't talking guap, I gotta go
He thought I was gay, so I took his hoe
I'm doin my dance, I'm hitting the woah
And wrapping shit up, like they do at Moe's
I got a glock, glock wit a beam
I'm dunking on niggas call me Kareem
Running a route running a seam
I ride for the niggas that's all on my team (Slat slat)

Written by:
Devin Lex, Day Demon, J. Nasty, JR Dez, Stavroula Kyriazis

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