Demon Time
He talkin' hot on the net, when we catch 'em
Wack 'em & pack 'em up
Lil' bitch a eater, might be a Treesha
If I hit it gotta wrap it up
I get to the bag they wonder how I'm puttin' on
They watchin' how I stack it up
Show no face, for that money niggas turn there back on ya
2 straps, I'm wildin'
In the jungle, get violent
When gang ran down he copped it
These niggas ain't tuff they scoffin'
After we finish sliding
Toe tag they can't identify him
Yellow tape cop sirens
Over here we on different timing (Facts)
Fendi Fact, I show you where it get litty at (Litty at)
Dimeblock, 10th street thats where the killas at (aye aye)
2x, you not in the field why you lied, look
I'm too fried, PTSD kicked in got blood in my eyes
You not, like that, I know ya body
Rapper weed, Light that, Only smokin' that power (gas gas)
Bro hot, He steamin' cus he totin' that fire
Move wock, We clean em, tell the truth no liar
New trap, big money in my jeans gettin' to it but they knew that
Move tact, if he talkin drunk we gon' turn 'em to a new tat
For that fetty I'm a fiend
Always keep a big pack, I can't lack
Kev Dollaz neva who that
I'm lit & I don't got no diss track
Doing bad, wait
These niggas cappin' like they gotta bankroll
Niggas wearing fake designer
Mike Amiri ain't make those
Shorty fuckin' with the gang so
I introduced her to the bang bros
Queens nigga fuck a stylist
Young slime gotta snotty nose
Jump Out the black whip, don't worry we strapped in
No we cannot wait till we get the drop
Brody with me itching tryna clap shit
Don't try to,
Don't try to fuck with the family cus we ain't Squashin' it
We in a, we spinnin' in a hoopty on ya Block wit all kinds of shit
(AYE, AYE)
He talkin' hot on the net, when we catch 'em
We wack 'em & pack 'em up
Lil' bitch a eater, might be a Treesha
If I hit it gotta wrap it up
I get to the bag they wonder how I'm puttin on
They watchin' how I stack it up
Show no face, for that money niggas turn there back on ya
The MOB Drummin', Chief in the back got the car runnin'
We doing niggas dirty if you cross me
Ima pay you back Thats how I'm comin'
I want the smoke I love it
Real chains on me no tuckin'
New heat, Bump it
You ain't heard about me you buggin'
(Aye aye)
You popped you doin too much panickin'
Big money can't stand with dem
Traveling, O.T., Casino Lit I'm gambling
Hell Cat Come challenge it
Fuck up the road damage it
Beat up the block I tackle it
We throwin darts no rambling
Back in the trap jumpin' like jordan this bitch Metro Boomin'
Got hoes in the back tryna record me this Bitch must be stupid
Wack 'em & pack 'em up
Lil' bitch a eater, might be a Treesha
If I hit it gotta wrap it up
I get to the bag they wonder how I'm puttin' on
They watchin' how I stack it up
Show no face, for that money niggas turn there back on ya
2 straps, I'm wildin'
In the jungle, get violent
When gang ran down he copped it
These niggas ain't tuff they scoffin'
After we finish sliding
Toe tag they can't identify him
Yellow tape cop sirens
Over here we on different timing (Facts)
Fendi Fact, I show you where it get litty at (Litty at)
Dimeblock, 10th street thats where the killas at (aye aye)
2x, you not in the field why you lied, look
I'm too fried, PTSD kicked in got blood in my eyes
You not, like that, I know ya body
Rapper weed, Light that, Only smokin' that power (gas gas)
Bro hot, He steamin' cus he totin' that fire
Move wock, We clean em, tell the truth no liar
New trap, big money in my jeans gettin' to it but they knew that
Move tact, if he talkin drunk we gon' turn 'em to a new tat
For that fetty I'm a fiend
Always keep a big pack, I can't lack
Kev Dollaz neva who that
I'm lit & I don't got no diss track
Doing bad, wait
These niggas cappin' like they gotta bankroll
Niggas wearing fake designer
Mike Amiri ain't make those
Shorty fuckin' with the gang so
I introduced her to the bang bros
Queens nigga fuck a stylist
Young slime gotta snotty nose
Jump Out the black whip, don't worry we strapped in
No we cannot wait till we get the drop
Brody with me itching tryna clap shit
Don't try to,
Don't try to fuck with the family cus we ain't Squashin' it
We in a, we spinnin' in a hoopty on ya Block wit all kinds of shit
(AYE, AYE)
He talkin' hot on the net, when we catch 'em
We wack 'em & pack 'em up
Lil' bitch a eater, might be a Treesha
If I hit it gotta wrap it up
I get to the bag they wonder how I'm puttin on
They watchin' how I stack it up
Show no face, for that money niggas turn there back on ya
The MOB Drummin', Chief in the back got the car runnin'
We doing niggas dirty if you cross me
Ima pay you back Thats how I'm comin'
I want the smoke I love it
Real chains on me no tuckin'
New heat, Bump it
You ain't heard about me you buggin'
(Aye aye)
You popped you doin too much panickin'
Big money can't stand with dem
Traveling, O.T., Casino Lit I'm gambling
Hell Cat Come challenge it
Fuck up the road damage it
Beat up the block I tackle it
We throwin darts no rambling
Back in the trap jumpin' like jordan this bitch Metro Boomin'
Got hoes in the back tryna record me this Bitch must be stupid
Credits
Writer(s): Harry Charles Gough, Kevin A Beauford
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