Yeat – Dëmon tied Lyrics

Dëmon tied

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"Dëmon tied." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:05 am

Album: AftërLyfe

Track No: 21

I'm workin' on dyin'
BNYX
Man, the devil been watchin' my ties, man, the devil been watchin' my eyes
Woo, look at my chop down, look at my left
When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown mode
I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty-five
I'm knowin' I had a fit, I'm changin' the rules like a ref
I grab on that wheel like a steel, I just clapped on this bitch like a fiend, yeah
Pull up on the jet when it land
Pull up in LA with a bag, huh
Pull up in New York with this thang
I just be quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag, no
Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar
Colored Bugatti, this bitch go 300, I'm pushin' this bitch on the blacktop
I dropped 500K, bitch, I tweak, made this shit all in my sleep
Made it back, two M's, yeah, I don't sleep (Swerve, swerve)
I'm speedin' off, bitch, are you weak? (Swerve, swerve)
I'm knowin' the world fuck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep (Swerve)
I run up the muhfuckin' M's, I'm touchin' a M each week
I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat
I told them to shut the fuck up, that all of their shit is so weak
Pull up and stab on they ass, pull up and pull up the grass, huh
I drop a mil' on a tab, but nah, I ain't paying it back, bitch
I promise, lil' bitch, you'll get stabbed, I'm puttin' a fork in your back
I blowin' your bae out, huh, I'm callin' your pap, I'm callin' your dad
It's time to collapse, all of my money, all of my swag, I'm takin' it back
Shakin' them off, shut the fuck up, I'll show you the track
I was just swervin' that thang, was just swervin' in that wit' the muhfuckin' Cat
You can pull up to my crib and you gon' end up dead
Man, the devil been watchin' my ties, man, the devil been watchin' my eyes
When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown mode
I still hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty-five
I'm knowin' I had a fit, I'm changin' the rules like a ref
I grab on that wheel like a steel, I just clapped on this bitch like a fiend, yeah
Pull up on the jet when it land
Pull up to LA with a bag, huh
Pull up to New York with this thang
I just be quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag, no
Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar
Colored Bugatti, this bitch go 300, I'm pushin' this bitch on the blacktop
I dropped 500K, bitch, I tweak, made this shit all in my sleep
Made it back, two M's, yeah, I don't sleep
I'm speedin' off, bitch, are you weak?
I'm knowin' the world fuck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep
I run up the muhfuckin' M's, I'm touchin' a M each week
I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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