Dancing with the Devil

Best be careful dancing with the devil

I'm hearing heavy metal

When it's ringing off, you hear the rum-bum-bum

It's a fuck round here, the fiends are ferals

Sundown, they're fiending yellow lighting up their tin and watch it

Run, run, run

This shit pavement seem bloodstained

And it's wild, wild west

Contagious, them campaigns are inside your chest

Best be careful dancing with the devil

I'm hearing heavy metal

When it's ringing off, you hear the rum-bum-bum

Giddy up, giddy up, one for the ravers

I've got the rhythm, it's so contagious

I'm in the villa with golden faces

I'm talking figures in foreign places

Chopper wage, chopper job a day

Maka, nothing's changed

Dripping in the ore

And I'm still abroad with these topless babes

Love it 'cause I'm clean with it

We roll deep in it

Dream in it

Creep in the scene with it, we winning

Love it 'cause I'm real with it

We show skill with it

Drill with it

Fuck how you feel

Better deal with it

Past the gram

Camper van to Amsterdam

That's the plan

I like cash in hand

Splash on fashion brands

One time up in Moss Side

With some Rasta, man

You are the HQ

Now it's start to phase two

Like, she's a snack of the month

Autograph my handprint on the back of a bum

Just a little bit of weed and a bottle of rum

You better take chase before the officer comes

Ah, she's a snack of the month

Autograph my handprint on the back of a bum

Just a little bit of weed and a bottle of rum

You better take chase before the officer comes

Ooh, ooh

Best be careful dancing with the devil

I'm hearing heavy metal

When it's ringing off you hear the rum-bum-bum

It's a fuck round here, the fiends are feral

Sometimes they're fiending yellow

Lighting up their tin and watch it run, run, run

These shit payments seem bloodstained

And it's wild, wild west

Contagious and campaigns are inside your chest

Best be careful dancing with the devil

I'm hearing heavy metal

When it's ringing off, you hear the rum-bum-bum

Uncontrollable blunts are burnable

She's topless like one convertible

Rolling purple, I'm feeling certain

She telling me that she feeling fertile

I'm finna serve her, that licker working

She digging twerking, she licking perfect

I hear a sermon, I feel it working

I whip and swerve it, that rhythm burning like

(Whoo!)

Let's come back to my home

Soul for sex, big blunts and some Dom Pérignon (ooh)

Let's get physical, be not just over the phone

Lights out, my house and we getting it