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Demon Time
by Slaughter
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Yeah, we on demon time with Glocks and Dracs
You niggas, you know how it go
We don't cap what we rappin' about
We gon' pop at a nigga for sure
Get a load and you know it's them pounds
And you know I bust down with my bro
And you know if I catch one of them
Take him down so I'm upping the score
We don't go back and forth with the broke, we don't
They just livin' with no type of hope
We been gettin' that cheese like cheddar
You know it's hard for us to go broke, let's go
How you steppin' but really a ghost
I get mad, then I do the most
I get mad, then I start to crash
I hear 12, then I do the dash
I hear 12, then I do the dash
Bad bitch, so you know that I smash
I been gettin' off all of these bags
I'm just knowin' these niggas be mad
In a SRT goin' fast
4-5 put you on your ass
Ten mil put you on your ass
Big Drac put you on your ass
I heard niggas been goin' out bad
Fishbowl, no tint, straight glass
Niggas always tryna throw white flags
But you know you ain't gettin' no pass
Stop cappin' like you havin' them bags
Before I come through in a new mask
Put that fye on that boy, he sad
Put that fye on that boy, he sad
That's your bitch, but I'm fuckin' her better
I'll take it up, there with whoever
Big Glock, turn that boy to a dancer
Nigga mad, cause he ran out of cheddar
Now his back got used to a stretcher
Chris Brown man these niggas be dancers
Get the Wocky, pour some' in the Fanta
Get the Wocky, pour some' in the Fanta
Yeah, we on demon time with Glocks and Dracs
You niggas, you know how it go
We don't cap what we rappin' about
We gon' pop at that nigga for sure
Get a load and you know it's them pounds
And you know I bust down with my bro
I'm God
And you know if I catch one of them
Take him down so I'm upping the score
Take him down
We don't go back and forth with the broke
We don't
They just living me with no type of hope
I'm God
Been gettin' that cheese like cheddar
Cheese
You know it's hard for us to go broke
Let's go
How you steppin' but really a ghost
You a ghost
I get mad, then I do the most
Do the most
I get mad, then I start to crash
I'm God
I hear 12, then I do the dash
Hear 12
Yeah, we on demon time with Glocks and Dracs
You niggas, you know how it go
We don't cap what we rappin' about
We gon' pop at a nigga for sure
Get a load and you know it's them pounds
And you know I bust down with my bro
And you know if I catch one of them
Take him down so I'm upping the score
We don't go back and forth with the broke, we don't
They just livin' with no type of hope
We been gettin' that cheese like cheddar
You know it's hard for us to go broke, let's go
How you steppin' but really a ghost
I get mad, then I do the most
I get mad, then I start to crash
I hear 12, then I do the dash
I hear 12, then I do the dash
Bad bitch, so you know that I smash
I been gettin' off all of these bags
I'm just knowin' these niggas be mad
In a SRT goin' fast
4-5 put you on your ass
Ten mil put you on your ass
Big Drac put you on your ass
I heard niggas been goin' out bad
Fishbowl, no tint, straight glass
Niggas always tryna throw white flags
But you know you ain't gettin' no pass
Stop cappin' like you havin' them bags
Before I come through in a new mask
Put that fye on that boy, he sad
Put that fye on that boy, he sad
That's your bitch, but I'm fuckin' her better
I'll take it up, there with whoever
Big Glock, turn that boy to a dancer
Nigga mad, cause he ran out of cheddar
Now his back got used to a stretcher
Chris Brown man these niggas be dancers
Get the Wocky, pour some' in the Fanta
Get the Wocky, pour some' in the Fanta
Yeah, we on demon time with Glocks and Dracs
You niggas, you know how it go
We don't cap what we rappin' about
We gon' pop at that nigga for sure
Get a load and you know it's them pounds
And you know I bust down with my bro
I'm God
And you know if I catch one of them
Take him down so I'm upping the score
Take him down
We don't go back and forth with the broke
We don't
They just living me with no type of hope
I'm God
Been gettin' that cheese like cheddar
Cheese
You know it's hard for us to go broke
Let's go
How you steppin' but really a ghost
You a ghost
I get mad, then I do the most
Do the most
I get mad, then I start to crash
I'm God
I hear 12, then I do the dash
Hear 12
