[Lyric] Demon Time (Taleban Dooda)

[Intro]
(Young Foss, you trippin' on this motherfucker)
(Gasky got the gas)
Bitch, I'm on demon time
I need 'bout eighty line
Yeah, I'm on demon time
I need 'bout eight lines, yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm on demon time
Glizzy in my hand, when it's time for war I'm in the front of the line
Hope you understand, you disrespect, end like that other guy
Niggas talking tough but when they see me they get butterflies
Brodie say he got them pints of Wock', I need 'bout eight lines
Boy, don't act crazy, if a nigga run up, get facetimed
Can't let him take me, one thing that I love 'bout this Glock 9
It ain't no safety, one thing 'bout me, I'ma pop mine
So don't try to play me, on God

[Verse 1]
Yeah, this a 9 but check these bullets here blow up
Lil Guap my twin, when we dump, he work that Drac' and flip his truck
We want 'em all, not just one or two, I swear that ain't enough
Bullets flying through the walls, them 308's, no, you can't duck
Gotta chase this nigga down, if he fall, that's his ass
Lil [?] duck off in the cut, waiting to put some hollows in his ass
Ain't no cameras, this shit personal, fuck it, I'm finna take off my mask
Remember that shit that you was saying in them comments, say 'em now
Put this glizzy in your throat, you don't mean it, nigga
Yeah, you wish you had your gun, I know you need it, nigga
Why your brother had to run? He should be bleeding with you
Do you have anything to say before I squeeze the trigger
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm on demon time
Glizzy in my hand, when it's time for war I'm in the front of the line
Hope you understand, you disrespect, end like that other guy
Niggas talking tough but when they see me they get butterflies
Brodie say he got them pints of Wock', I need 'bout eight lines
Boy, don't act crazy, if a nigga run up, get facetimed
Can't let him take me, one thing that I love 'bout this Glock 9
It ain't no safety, one thing 'bout me, I'ma pop mine
So don't try to play me, on God

[Verse 2]
Them niggas bitches, if you catch 'em, they be shaking out they drawers
When we rocking, we ain't stopping 'til we see somebody fall
If I ever had the option, I'd hit him in his jaw
When I catch him, we ain't tustling, I'ma shoot him in his broad

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm on demon time
Glizzy in my hand, when it's time for war I'm in the front of the line
Hope you understand, you disrespect, end like that other guy
Niggas talking tough but when they see me they get butterflies
Brodie say he got them pints of Wock', I need 'bout eight lines
Boy, don't act crazy, if a nigga run up, get facetimed
Can't let him take me, one thing that I love 'bout this Glock 9
It ain't no safety, one thing 'bout me, I'ma pop mine
So don't try to play me, on God