"Demon Hours" lyrics
Niggas tried to spin, then hit a crib, then went and made a tweet
Man I'm startin' to think these niggas police with this social beef
Niggas sent a shot, we sent 'em back that left one in the street
I can't go no where without my fye, these niggas envy me
Brodie said I'm zoning out, I'm trippin' off the drank Im twisted
Opps in here, I know they think we slippin' pass the gun Im blickin'
Niggas hoes, we treat 'em like some bitches, lil bro fucked his Mrs
Stretch a opp, and then we sell the Glock, ain't tryna catch a sentence
Drop a opp then tag his toe
We spin again and drop some more
So many opps, we hit like four
Blew at like ten, this ain't no joke
Me and Lord gon' up the score
Don't piss me off, I'm known to blow
They hear that "Frrrt" they hit the floor
Can't say too much, we spin fasho
Brodie steady smokin' dead opps, I think his mind gone
He couldn't catch a ride so he got killed when he was walkin' home
Niggas out here rappin' 'bout them bodies he ain't catch in songs
We gon' up the score, ain't tryna talk, the type of time I'm on
Bought some Gucci kicks and Gucci shirt, you know I'm fresh as fuck
Niggas out here swipin' for them clothes 'cause they be broke as fuck
I could up a roll, two stacks of ten, go tell 'em add it up
I could get 'em wacked just for the free, lil cuz gon' wet 'em up
How the fuck you talkin' 'bout some money but ain't got enough
It cost to go to war, ain't got no guns, gon' get yo homie touched
We the ones was flippin' through they blocks and creepin' through they cuts
He ain't go no stripes, ain't blew his pipe then he is not wit' us
Blitzin' shit like Madden, get the drop, then we gon' shoot it up
Dump the 2.23, went through a tree when he was tryna duck
Opp hoe on my line, she tryna fuck, she think I'm dumb as fuck
We gon' clap the bitch she try to backdoor, try to set me up
Lil bitch say she like me 'cause I'm pressure, yeah she know waddup
Bet not get in cars with none of them niggas, better take the bus
We gon' blitz the bitch and make it crash, the corners pick 'em up
Pressure been applied, that's on my niggas, opps can't fuck wit' us
Man I'm startin' to think these niggas police with this social beef
Niggas sent a shot, we sent 'em back that left one in the street
I can't go no where without my fye, these niggas envy me
Brodie said I'm zoning out, I'm trippin' off the drank Im twisted
Opps in here, I know they think we slippin' pass the gun Im blickin'
Niggas hoes, we treat 'em like some bitches, lil bro fucked his Mrs
Stretch a opp, and then we sell the Glock, ain't tryna catch a sentence
Drop a opp then tag his toe
We spin again and drop some more
So many opps, we hit like four
Blew at like ten, this ain't no joke
Me and Lord gon' up the score
Don't piss me off, I'm known to blow
They hear that "Frrrt" they hit the floor
Can't say too much, we spin fasho
Brodie steady smokin' dead opps, I think his mind gone
He couldn't catch a ride so he got killed when he was walkin' home
Niggas out here rappin' 'bout them bodies he ain't catch in songs
We gon' up the score, ain't tryna talk, the type of time I'm on
Bought some Gucci kicks and Gucci shirt, you know I'm fresh as fuck
Niggas out here swipin' for them clothes 'cause they be broke as fuck
I could up a roll, two stacks of ten, go tell 'em add it up
I could get 'em wacked just for the free, lil cuz gon' wet 'em up
How the fuck you talkin' 'bout some money but ain't got enough
It cost to go to war, ain't got no guns, gon' get yo homie touched
We the ones was flippin' through they blocks and creepin' through they cuts
He ain't go no stripes, ain't blew his pipe then he is not wit' us
Blitzin' shit like Madden, get the drop, then we gon' shoot it up
Dump the 2.23, went through a tree when he was tryna duck
Opp hoe on my line, she tryna fuck, she think I'm dumb as fuck
We gon' clap the bitch she try to backdoor, try to set me up
Lil bitch say she like me 'cause I'm pressure, yeah she know waddup
Bet not get in cars with none of them niggas, better take the bus
We gon' blitz the bitch and make it crash, the corners pick 'em up
Pressure been applied, that's on my niggas, opps can't fuck wit' us
