[Lyric] Super Demons (Broadday (Active Gxng))

[Chorus: Lil Dotz]
We're tryna be superstars
Still gotta crash on them like bumper cars (Crash that)
Rise up the G Lock, let it blaze at them (5ive Music)
Now you gotta bury your friend

[Verse 1: Lil Dotz]
Broski was a superstar with his handting
Jump out, left man planking (Grrr, bow)
When I pulled up, had them man skanking
Free K-Kid, that’s Mr. No Ramping (Free him up)
I’m up late with bisheads, in the T, giving yola thankings
I swear dem man neeks
Don’t want beef so the sweets here just might clamp ‘em (Nah, grrr)
Spin through Grove like Franklin
You know anything blue man’s damping (Man, damp that)
While the other side just keep camping
Oh, I guess it’s not safe for dem (Ha)
We got corn that’ll change your friend
I been out till late with blades and skengs ('Til late)
Next day, hit stage with Fred
Still in the trap, I ain’t made it yet (Nah, nah)
[Verse 2: Broadday]
Hand ting with a whistle I done it before (Shh)
You know I ain't missin'(Nah)
Armed and ready jump outta the steady
You know imma pitch him (Bow)
I pop a bottle, I spotted a model
To gun or to pull back the throttle (Bin that)
Remember the day when Culprit died
I sat in my cell and I chuckled(Haha)

[Pre-Chorus: Broadday]
Got sent back to the cage
Should've been shuttin' down the Wireless stage (Pissed)
Feds on my ass tryna open the case
I can't be livin' off of minimum wage (Nah)
Pull up in QC, slap my mash
Leave the hand ting just ringin' (Bow)
The way that Ceemizz lost his life
That was a brutal killin' (Yuck)

[Chorus: Lil Dotz]
We're tryna be superstars
Still gotta crash on them like bumper cars (Crash that)
Rise up the G Lock, let it blaze at them (Grrr, grrr, grrr)
Now you gotta bury your friend
[Verse 3: Broadday]
Recalled, 'cah a big man snitchin' (Pussy)
I made most of my opps turned victims (Dickhead)
And my HRB's stay wit it (Bow)
G17's, no kitchens (Rrrr)
Had a bitch, she suckin my dick
Locking the guns for the clique
If your talkin' bout shootings, or stabbings (Yeah)
Put me at the top of the list (Bow)

[Verse 4: Lil Dotz]
World War 3 when I step with my rrrr (Rrrr)
Everyone best lay down
No, this ain't no stre-stre
BIne on kids, best run when I dump out the playground (Grra, grra)
You might bring a [?], then [?] the dots
Or B1 might bring the Tre Pound (Rrrr)
All hell break loose, discharge and spray round
Just know gang don't play round (Brrr, brrr)

[Verse 5: Broadday]
Made out my playground
Rex got hit wit' a Tre Pound
Goose got hit wit' a .32, Gucc got bun wit' a nina (Ouch)
Wallahi I would've shot Soraya (Dumb bitch)
But Suspect begged me to leave her (Why?)
Gave V1 most of my ZK (Pissed)
I wish that I dug that deeper (Argh)
I wish that I dug that deeper (Argh)
[Pre-Chorus: Broadday]
Got sent back to the cage
Should've been shuttin' down the Wireless stage (Pissed)
Feds on my ass tryna open the case
I can't be livin' off of minimum wage (Nah)
Pull up in QC, slap my mash
Leave the hand ting just ringin' (Bow)
The way that Ceemizz lost his life
That was a brutal killin' (Yuck)

[Chorus: Lil Dotz]
We're tryna be superstars
Still gotta crash on them like bumper cars (Crash that)
Rise up the G Lock, let it blaze at them (Grrr, grrr, grrr)
Now you gotta bury your friend

[Outro]
Yeah, we could be superstars
We been rather wreckin' cars
What is at stake?
What is at stake for us?
Kickin' off power mirrors
Yeah, we could be superstars
We been rather wreckin' cars
What is at stake for us?
Kickin' off power mirrors