🎵 “DEMON MODE – Zack Morales”
[Intro]
Yuh…
Pop another pill, now the world slow…
Zack Morales goin’ demon mode…
Guadala-guadala in my bones…
Ayy… ayy…
[Hook]
I’m a f*in’ apex predator, don’t look me in the eyes,
Guadalajara made me cold, now I’m floatin’ through the night.
Parents solid, sisters meh 😒 — they don’t get this life of mine,
Talkin’ st about my name? that’s a quick way you can die.
Zack — Zack — Zack Morales with the fire,
Pop a perc’, pop a tab, now I’m higher than the sky.
Ernesto died fat, bro, couldn’t keep up with the grind,
Now I’m smokin’ on his memory like a blunt I left behind.
[Verse 1]
Sippin’ dirty in the Phantom with a b***h that love the damage,
She do lines on the dashboard while I’m countin’ all the bandage.
She ask “Baby, what you doin’?”, I say “Money, drugs, and madness,”
If the devil want my soul, he gon’ need a bigger package.
I been runnin’ from the pain with a baggie in my pocket,
If I ever go to heaven, I’ma probably try to rob it.
Apex aim, every shot I take atomic,
Twenty kills, back-to-back, man I’m sick, I’m f***in’ chronic.
[Hook]
I’m a f*in’ apex predator, don’t look me in the eyes,
Guadalajara made me cold, now I’m floatin’ through the night.
Parents solid, sisters meh 😒 — they don’t get this life of mine,
Talkin’ st about my name? that’s a quick way you can die.
Zack — Zack — Zack Morales with the fire,
Pop a perc’, pop a tab, now I’m higher than the sky.
Ernesto died fat, bro, couldn’t keep up with the grind,
Now I’m smokin’ on his memory like a blunt I left behind.
[Verse 2]
I don’t trust no motherf***er, keep a Glock inside the coat,
If they try me, leave ’em floatin’ like a message in a note.
Got a shorty with a body, she addicted to my throat,
She say “Daddy, you’re so toxic,” I said, “Baby, that’s the goal.”
Money dirty, life is dirty, everything around me cursed,
Poppin’ Xans like candy packs, tryna numb the universe.
Apex predator for real, put your hero in a hearse,
If the devil had a playlist, I’d be track one, not the worst.
[Outro]
Demon mode…
Zack Morales, overload…
Guadalajara in my soul…
Pills hit hard…
I can’t fold…
Yuh… ayy…