Lil Macks – Demon Time lyrics:
Demon time, all I’m seein’ is demon time
Yeah, I said demon time, girl, it’s demon time inside the six
Girl, it’s demon time, girl, it’s demon time inside the six
Look, look
Hold up, first things first, please, stop lyin’ on me
Ain’t no nigga ever made me run, they mostly hide from me
Would’ve fucked Jennaya, brodie did, so I could slide properly
**** got white inside his fuckin’ system, he ain’t die properly
I ain’t with the drama, catch a first flight to Bahamas
MS, he too slimey, fuckin’ oppas baby mamas
And he was on his phone, when he looked up, he saw a Llama
And God knows how he ain’t died, grilled his shooter for it, after, look
Them open cases gettin’ scary, I can’t speak much
He got cheffed, he thought that nigga died, he couldn’t breathe tough
Me and brodie orchestrating drills ’cause we don’t beatbox
If it ain’t a body or a cheffin’, it don’t mean much, look
We on that money route, standin’ on business, though
They need some lie detectors, inside the studio
They used my name for clout, don’t blame ’em ’cause them niggas broke
I asked your bro if he’s involved and then he told me, “No”
Plot shit six-one-four, it’s up, it’s stuck, it’s law
And if you do this right, another one is in the morgue
We on that stupid shit, respectfully, I heard your sister got that stupid grip
Man, I’m trippin’, fuck that stupid bitch
We can ask Lil J about menace
And my stack don’t come in tenners
How the fuck you let Lil Jojo rap? That nigga a sex offender
How the fuck you lettin’ him breathe?
No opps more up than me
It ain’t hard to find my enemies, I feel like Central Cee
Made one pay sixty Gs, **** sister watch him bleed
Them home invasion scary, the neighbours hear the screams
The neighbours hear ’em plead
The neighbours hearin’—
(The neighbours hear ’em plead)
Hold up, first things first, please, stop lyin’ on me
Ain’t no nigga ever made me run, they mostly hide from me
Would’ve fucked Jennaya, brodie did, so I could slide properly
**** got white inside his fuckin’ system, he ain’t die properly
I ain’t with the drama, catch a first flight to Bahamas
MS, he too slimey, fuckin’ oppas baby mamas
And he was on his phone, when he looked up, he saw a Llama
And God knows how he ain’t died, grilled his shooter for it, after, look
If you want to smoke that shit, that don’t go for cheap
Fuck you mean, that you spoke to bro? That shit don’t go through me
I see baddies in my mentions every single I release
Ask the streets, I ain’t never asked a nigga for machines
We might pop outside, niggas call my phone, they nervous, MS brought that Glock outside
Shootin dyin’ down and it might be ghost to bring that block alive
Remember when we got (Shh), then we left him up, it’s terrifying
Lil Macks really save the streets, I get my block alive
Pray to God, I didn’t fly her, man
I ain’t lyin’, man, go ask the streets and go ask ****
I’ve been hearin’ he gon kill my brodie, he ain’t tryin’, man
Spin that block, spin three blocks, one day, tell MK fight ’em back
Ooh, I really gotta watch the way I move
Told ’em check the score, they confused
Ah, I said, ooh, we just put that nigga on the news
Hold up, first things first, please, stop lyin’ on me
Ain’t no nigga ever made me run, they mostly hide from me
Would’ve fucked Jennaya, brodie did, so I could slide properly
**** got white inside his fuckin’ system, he ain’t die properly
I ain’t with the drama, catch a first flight to Bahamas
MS, he too slimey, fuckin’ oppas baby mamas
And he was on his phone, when he looked up, he saw a Llama
And God knows how he ain’t died, grilled his shooter for it, after, look
Mmm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Shit, we might pop outisde, know it’s demon time inside the six