That’s Funny lyrics

[Verse 1]
What’s the talk about Harlem, Harlem
None of them ain’t on demon sh*t
Man call me some demon prick
4 door tugs in that demon whip
Going round with some demon sh*t
No you lot don’t act on evil sh*t
Whip out the wap and then squeeze at whips
Aim for the walls and we aim for the tints
Inside my bag, yeah I got my ching
Invest in guns, lemme greeze that 6
Make sure it beats and them man get bit
Them man know we out on their strip
Just wanna play, them man are some kids
Age 14 I grip on that spins
No word of a lie, so free S9
Just put a monkey up on that guy
Serving junkies, trapping all night
Shank that bruce, I hope he would die
Oh well I guess god’s on the side
Still out ‘ere gripping my knife
With 12 guage, and he’s on what I’m on
So we do it on site
No we don’t fight, man a man get fried
Don’t smoke Gs, chill out why would I lie
Oh so greezy whizzing that type
Man get busy and a man get lizzy
What you know about stacks with pinkies
The stacks all full of them thickies
Done mash work on the 6s
Oh sh*t I forgot that 7
J1 still bang on the 8 and the 6
And he squeeze at melons