[Lyric] Devil (YK Glizzy)

Hook:

The fakes and the phoneys can’t get my acknowledgement

Women they love me I’m young and I’m confident
Niggas want smoke they ain’t ready for all of it
Can’t take you serious I think that you fraudulent


I just touched down, feeling like I’m a winner, you don’t want no smoke then I already won


I ain’t playing no games, I put that on my life, and then when I have kids I’ll put that on my son


You telling stories the fuck would you lie to me
I roll with some hittas them niggas will die for me

If I want some revenge then them niggas slide for me
Boy you can’t come around if you wasn’t outside with me
They say YK you smart you should consider president
You good with your rhymes and it really is evident
But so many fakes tryna eat all my benefits
They can’t get a plate they can’t come to my residence


Verse 1:

We still pop out the top and make bitch niggas Double Dutch

Hope by now niggas smart and won’t dare try to fuck wit us
Still in love with a bhadie and she got bubble butt
Fuck the shit outta her, hit the stu, then I run it up



My bro made it snow in the middle of May
He said life has been hard this the easier way

Money over whatever the fuck could it change

My big cuz jus like Brady he stays making plays


We stay going crazy
My bro fuck with bloods all going brazy
Getting money forever could never be lazy
My youngin OT hit the block like the 80s
Bitch I’m so lit and that’s why they hate me
But all of the hate and fake jus won’t faze me
Been tryna get money the paper I’m chasing
Told bro every risk is a chance gotta take it
Told bro every risk is a chance gotta take it

Bridge:
I can’t trust too much
, Heart can’t open up
I used to show you love
, But now you changing up

I need money right now bitch I’m tryna get paid
Niggas ask if I’m Gucci I’m covered in snakes
Since 017 I’ve been just tryna ball

And In 2019 I was locked up in chains

Verse 2:

I stay a g don’t depend the scenario
Money make the world spin like mf marry go
I break every wall in this bitch jus like Jericho
Told my yg keep stepping it don’t matter where he go

I look in the mirror Nd I see a G
No ain’t a rat but I’m focused on cheesed
I don’t fear nothing no man in the streets
Only fw the niggas that fucking wit me

Come and fuck with the team
He try to step broski send him the beam
He wanted smoke almost turned him to weed
He think sick smoke is cheaper than lean
He fucked in the head gotta send him some beans
I was stuck in the trap was surrounded by feinds
If you ain’t from the streets you don’t know what I mean
Back in the day 50k was a dream
Back in the day 50k was a dream