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