Demon Time (Remix)
I got me a drac and im finna go strike him
Ion fuck wit no Glock if it don't got no blade
That 1911 gone knock out his brain
That nigga talk crazy we shoot up his block
She given me top and I told her no hickey
Ian chasing no bitches
We lurkin for opps
Got shot in his face and now he started crawling (Glah Glah)
Lil bitch we on demon time we never had no remorse
That 1911 done came wit a switch
He got me an Ak I'm finna go spas it
He don't got no casket he covered in dirt (On God)
Lil bitch they be talking bout get back
Ion fuck wit them niggas they talk about love back (On God)
I fuck on yo bitch and she calling me daddy
Shut the fuck up if you ain't got no Glock
(Shut the fuck up if you ain't got no Glock)
We pop out and blast
Put on the mask Lil bitch we slidin in silence (On God)
If you fuck wit the gang then you gone have to stomp him
Bust in the door nigga crying cant save him
I fuck on yo bitch and her head game is nice
Them bodies be dropping the murder rate higher
(Them bodies be dropping the murder rate higher)
(Aye bitch we on demon time)
Aye 100 round drum and it ain't got no blowback
That nigga talk crazy put him on the hit list
Why he be talking that tough shit?
Even he know that he pussy
We racking up bodies you know it get cocky
Nigga talk shit and get rolled to a pack
We got them bodies you know it get cocky
Nigga talk shit and get rolled to a pack
We posted outside wit them choppas get busy
Ion aim for the leg bitch I aim for the head
All his guns be props
Nigga talk shit and get hit wit machete
Drop your location We posted outside wit a .45
Errbody act like he innocent
I got me a drac and im finna go strike
Him
Ion fuck wit no Glock if it don't got no blade
That 1911 gone knock out his brain
That nigga talk crazy we shoot up his block
She given me top and I told her no hickey
Mob Mob
Aye bitch I want my big bag
How you talkin that shit wit no get back
Wit the dracs that bust like a Kit Kat
All my niggas on top and that's big facts
Get pushed and I'm pushing yo wig back
Hunh, Nigga fucked up kicking his stick back
Hunh, Don't run boy you better zig zag
Hunh, I stab these niggas it's big tags
Bitch I'm in the mall wit a big cat
I'm fucking this bitch she got clap back
Don't rock Amiri I'm wearing for Rick hat
Niggas inferering me smoking the big pack
And he steering im swerving the big cat
Move a lil furious I don't want to here that
Bitch I'm the one shit to easy I do this for fun
Lil bitch I'm the one lil bitch I'm the Dun
I put on the fit I'm under the sun
I put on the fit I'm under the sun
Gang
Pull up wit choppas they gon leave a stain
Lil boy you a rat and that's why you can't hang
Gotta switch up my flow it's like I'm switching chains
If I pull out choppa it's gon hit and bang
Then after that bitch pull up she give me brain
And I'm fucking yo bitch and she give the top
And then pull up on foenem and I got the drop
Slide through the block and we lurking for opps
Cant fuck wit these niggas they tell to the cops
If I slide through the block just know someone got dropped
Clean him up like mop
I swear he snitch cuz he gave him the drop
Cant fuck wit these hoes cuz these bitches be thots
Niggas be soft so we break him like Kit Kats
We slid on yo homie you ain't get no get back
Hunh, Niggas be bitches I get that
Slide on yo block with the Big Mac
Don't want the Glock if it don't come with kick back
Demon time Demon time Demon time Demon time Demon time
Ron, Bitch
Bitch I'm on demon time
All you niggas wanna do the crime now y'all can't do time
Slide in the motherfucking Benz and I fuck on her friend
Bitch I got drip be dripping Amiri yall niggas
Some bozos so im taking y'all hoe
Fuck on you bitch
Beam on a motherfucking Glock
Yo bitch give me top
The way she be sucking she giving me knowledge
I'm recking that bitch heart but I'm not sorry
I slide In the motherfucking feds in the rari
We hop out the car like nigga it's clouded
Put the 35 and I'll run some lil higher
Bitch I been like motherfucking president
I fuck on these hoes and I feel like the menace
Ion fuck wit no Glock if it don't got no blade
That 1911 gone knock out his brain
That nigga talk crazy we shoot up his block
She given me top and I told her no hickey
Ian chasing no bitches
We lurkin for opps
Got shot in his face and now he started crawling (Glah Glah)
Lil bitch we on demon time we never had no remorse
That 1911 done came wit a switch
He got me an Ak I'm finna go spas it
He don't got no casket he covered in dirt (On God)
Lil bitch they be talking bout get back
Ion fuck wit them niggas they talk about love back (On God)
I fuck on yo bitch and she calling me daddy
Shut the fuck up if you ain't got no Glock
(Shut the fuck up if you ain't got no Glock)
We pop out and blast
Put on the mask Lil bitch we slidin in silence (On God)
If you fuck wit the gang then you gone have to stomp him
Bust in the door nigga crying cant save him
I fuck on yo bitch and her head game is nice
Them bodies be dropping the murder rate higher
(Them bodies be dropping the murder rate higher)
(Aye bitch we on demon time)
Aye 100 round drum and it ain't got no blowback
That nigga talk crazy put him on the hit list
Why he be talking that tough shit?
Even he know that he pussy
We racking up bodies you know it get cocky
Nigga talk shit and get rolled to a pack
We got them bodies you know it get cocky
Nigga talk shit and get rolled to a pack
We posted outside wit them choppas get busy
Ion aim for the leg bitch I aim for the head
All his guns be props
Nigga talk shit and get hit wit machete
Drop your location We posted outside wit a .45
Errbody act like he innocent
I got me a drac and im finna go strike
Him
Ion fuck wit no Glock if it don't got no blade
That 1911 gone knock out his brain
That nigga talk crazy we shoot up his block
She given me top and I told her no hickey
Mob Mob
Aye bitch I want my big bag
How you talkin that shit wit no get back
Wit the dracs that bust like a Kit Kat
All my niggas on top and that's big facts
Get pushed and I'm pushing yo wig back
Hunh, Nigga fucked up kicking his stick back
Hunh, Don't run boy you better zig zag
Hunh, I stab these niggas it's big tags
Bitch I'm in the mall wit a big cat
I'm fucking this bitch she got clap back
Don't rock Amiri I'm wearing for Rick hat
Niggas inferering me smoking the big pack
And he steering im swerving the big cat
Move a lil furious I don't want to here that
Bitch I'm the one shit to easy I do this for fun
Lil bitch I'm the one lil bitch I'm the Dun
I put on the fit I'm under the sun
I put on the fit I'm under the sun
Gang
Pull up wit choppas they gon leave a stain
Lil boy you a rat and that's why you can't hang
Gotta switch up my flow it's like I'm switching chains
If I pull out choppa it's gon hit and bang
Then after that bitch pull up she give me brain
And I'm fucking yo bitch and she give the top
And then pull up on foenem and I got the drop
Slide through the block and we lurking for opps
Cant fuck wit these niggas they tell to the cops
If I slide through the block just know someone got dropped
Clean him up like mop
I swear he snitch cuz he gave him the drop
Cant fuck wit these hoes cuz these bitches be thots
Niggas be soft so we break him like Kit Kats
We slid on yo homie you ain't get no get back
Hunh, Niggas be bitches I get that
Slide on yo block with the Big Mac
Don't want the Glock if it don't come with kick back
Demon time Demon time Demon time Demon time Demon time
Ron, Bitch
Bitch I'm on demon time
All you niggas wanna do the crime now y'all can't do time
Slide in the motherfucking Benz and I fuck on her friend
Bitch I got drip be dripping Amiri yall niggas
Some bozos so im taking y'all hoe
Fuck on you bitch
Beam on a motherfucking Glock
Yo bitch give me top
The way she be sucking she giving me knowledge
I'm recking that bitch heart but I'm not sorry
I slide In the motherfucking feds in the rari
We hop out the car like nigga it's clouded
Put the 35 and I'll run some lil higher
Bitch I been like motherfucking president
I fuck on these hoes and I feel like the menace
Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Johnson, Rayden Greene, Raymond Greene, Ronald Evans
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.