Twista
Devil On My Waist (Remix)
[Chorus: Demun Jones]
Hold up, wait, I'm on the way
Yeah, pullin' up, pullin' up, I'm on the way
Yeah, I hear that you got somethin' you need to say to my face
I'm on the way, (Yeah) I'm on the way (Uh)
Pullin' up, pullin' up, what did you say? (Twista)
I hear that you got somethin' you need to say to my face (Let's get it)
I'm on the way, I'm on the way

[Verse 1: Twista]
Don't talk about it if you don't be about it and don't come at me, there's a gun on my waist
Got all the status with the semi-automatic if he got a weapon up in my face
Because I can open up and fire on 'em my aroma is the smell of a demon
'Cause you was thinkin' you was stoppin' me from breathin' heathen now you screamin' out whilе you bleedin'
You stand a chance up in an ambulance and they was hopin' you makе it 'cause you got hit with a staccato
Runnin' up on me until you saw me up a gun and for you it's the devil for me a genie in a bottle
I let off a hollow then watch 'em holler with a face full of horror as he notice he finna die for the dollar
Try to come in the stickup and you get lit up before you could pick up a pen semi-automatic caliber chopper
Overpower your pistol, devour your missile with a kind of a caliber killing everything you can get to
A sign of a warrior, rappin' over the instrumental well you can imagine what the flow will do when it hits you goin' into your tissue
You comin' at me is the issue and I just really want to know what to do if for
You not on my level, now I done told you my gun is the devil well now you lookin' down the barrel of Lucifer now somebody scoop him up
Grab him and take him on the stretcher as I pull off in the Wraith as I buck another body
If you run up I'ma have to drop 'em if they get in my way

[Pre-Chorus: Demun Jones]
Got some jingle in my pocket, got the devil on my waist
If your people come a knockin' I'ma send 'em on their way
You can find me in the county if you got somethin' to say
Got a problem you can see me face to face
[Chorus: Demun Jones]
Hold up, wait, I'm on the way
Yeah, pullin' up, pullin' up, I'm on the way
Yeah, I hear that you got somethin' you need to say to my face
I'm on the way, (Yeah) I'm on the way (Uh)
Pullin' up, pullin' up, what did you say?
I hear that you got somethin' you need to say to my face
I'm on the way, I'm on the way

[Verse 2: Rittz]
Log on the lay, I come and spray up your house I got pressure washed sputtered these deaths at the Orkin man
Bitch I'm all for the fans but there's a 4% they stop supporting it then make up stories and can't lay no origin
Mention my wife and it's no longer for the 'gram
I can leave Georgia and be on your porch at like 4am
Warnin' me first it's unfortunate, story ends
With the post mortem like your boys are mournin'
While the organs playin' how you go from bein' a supporter then resort to sayin' all the music I recorded is a story made up
You don't even know me you just follow me and formulate a sort of way to get me to respond and I can avoid a hater
Another person to me really to me face is annoyin'
I think you worship me so much it made your lady enjoy it
And that's what made you insecure and hate me for it
Lamers salty like Virginia Ham, you was like a kid unplanned
In my opinion you was never meant to live on land
Watch how you steppin' to me better check your fitness band
You like a special goofy when you gonna get examed
He standin' in my way I did him like Lieutenant Dan
And said "I'm in a chair for good", you hear the wheels peelin'?
It's still an ill feelin' the Clintel still the clique in this bitch with Twista and a motherfuckin' hillbilly
[Verse 3: Upchurch]
Hellbilly not a hillbilly, got a long career and I'm still with it
I'm a dickhead, yeah so big, got a hater like it won't fit in me
I make 'em say my name, say my name, like an early 2000's R&B
Then leave 'em unread like they ain't important cryin' like an ex on my IG
I got rappers in a certain mindstate, wishin' they was born in my state
Fuck the internet and shit talk, don't step foot in my space
Actin' like they don't know my face until one day when it's in a book
Sayin' here lived the most redneck rapper hittin' hip hop like a left hook
And I ain't scared (I ain't scared) and I mean it (And I mean it)
I take on everyone and leave not even bleedin' (Not even bleedin')
You won't believe (You won't believe) when you see it (When you see it)
Drippin' mud off of my elbows drinkin' whiskey 'cause I'm Church motherfucker

[Pre-Chorus: Demun Jones]
Got some jingle in my pocket, got the devil on my waist
If your people come a knockin' I'ma send 'em on their way
You can find me in the county if you got somethin' to say
Got a problem you can see me face to face

[Chorus: Demun Jones]
Hold up, wait, I'm on the way
Yeah, pullin' up, pullin' up, I'm on the way
Yeah, I hear that you got somethin' you need to say to my face
I'm on the way, (Yeah) I'm on the way (Uh)
Pullin' up, pullin' up, what did you say?
I hear that you got somethin' you need to say to my face
I'm on the way, I'm on the way (Uh)