Demon Time ft. a_boutabag & Slick Nick Lyrics

Oh shit, check the clock, check the clock

Yo, what's up? What's going on? What's going on

Hey, what time is it

Ah shit, it's fucking demon time

First off, fuck yo bitch, and pass it to the gang

Y'all stay on the bench, don't even know why you came

Your girl like a snack, she thought you was a lame

Now I gotta take it to the back, boy, it's a shame

Hit my boy, Marco up, you know he's a simp

But never mind that, he'll take your fucking whip

I told him it's demon time, he said, ah shit

He know what that means, so you know he fucking dipped

Crept by the neighbor's can't make a fucking noise

It's demon time, so you know this one's for the boys

Half past midnight, so no one got a choice

We're gonna do hood rat shit, we don't play with toys

Give the gun to Drew, don't worry, it's paint

Leave the fuckers blue as we speed away

We rolled by the dealers that tried to sell us crack

We ran and attacked, split, splat

Now watch it for your back, ay, we rolling down the street

Damn near going 90, too fast for police

They not even driving, it's only fucking three

And we out here wilding, no cameras

Can't even see us smiling

Ay, told Brandon, let's go get the fucking bombs

It's filled with powder, so the timer won't be long

Toss it in the trunk and baby, we're gone

Baby this a fucking bond

Stopped for a quick snack, cause we hungry

The worker was whack, so we were mugging

Not worth the attack, boy, he was lucky

Stole from the back and boy, we was running

Back in the car, let's go for a ride

Evan is tired, but that's a fucking lie

We never coming home, don't even try

Check the clock, it's fucking demon time

First off, fuck yo bitch and pass it to the gang

Y'all stay in the bench, don't even know why you came

Your girl like a snack, she thought you was a lame

Now I gotta take it to the back, boy, it's a shame

Hit my boy Alex up, you know he's a goat

He look real nice, don't take him as a joke

I told him it's demon time, he said, let's go

Got it in the car and we hit the fucking road

Hit the fucking road, niggas know we sliding track hawks

Niggas think I'm hooping feel like Shaq with all these snatch blocks

Fuck you niggas is broke

I spent a K on my damn socks

This shit so fire

You would hear it on the damn aux

I'm riding through the city, got hidden niggas with me

I'm clutching on the 30, yeah, I'm clutching on the blicky

I got the Zaza on me, niggas know my weed sticky

These niggas wanna run, I call my cousin Ricky

These niggas really weird, they acting hella clicky

My niggas don't like green, that nigga hella picky

They asking for a feature, damn, I need about a 50

My lil' nigga hooping, damn, that nigga hella shifty