Demon Time Song Lyrics

Demon Time by Trippie Redd

Demon time nigga
Gang
Hell, give em hell
I got bails
I got shells
Shell, shoot a nigga up cause I ain’t worried about sh*t, sh*t
Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist
I got lots of perkys on me, sh*t
Do a 10 with a 10, trynna win
Trying to grin at the devil
b**ch I am a rebel, I don’t give a f**k
Talking all that sh*t, little b**ch, then I’ll pull up and shoot you up
Aye, yeah, yeah
Know my mind hella corrupt
I get to that money, little nigga, on my brother
You could never, huh
You could never mother
f**k you and yours
You ain’t really about it
Said they want some smoke with gang
But man I really doubt it
Put some racks up on your head, little b**ch, a hundred thousand
b**ch, I’m fly
Ferragamo falcon
King of the jungle y’all niggas buck
Man we really pouncing
OVO Drake and 40, bust
Flaming up all they houses
I ain’t never worried, but I know they worried about me

b**ch, keep staring
Keep staring
Keep staring, aye
Keep staring
I lean like a kick stand
I get money, big bands
We ain’t playing, big grams in a blunt
Watcha saying
Man, watcha saying
Watcha saying, aye
Watcha saying
Watcha saying
Watcha saying

Water, yuh
Like Zelda b**ch, I’m trynna link
(Tryna link)
Facuet Failure, I been breaking sinks
Legendary, like I am a sphinx
At the bar with your b**ch a few drinks in a mink pink panther skin colored I think
They don’t understand the words that I link
They be sleep like a Bill Cosby drink
They know we lit, goddamn it
I’m up on planet Namek
On demon time, they panic
Cause they thought a nigga was satanic
‘Cause we keep that tool like mechanic
On Planet Drool with Lava Girl, you know we doing damage
Ok, sauced up
Matter fact black clover b**ch
I’m motherf**king Asta
Money longer than a dread head on a rasta
Let’s get this sh*t straight
I’m about to fix your damn posture
Till I’m at heaven’s gates, b**ch, I’mma stay smoking
Yuh, yuh
Opps
(What did you say?)
Just like an animal, just like a cannibal
Your b**ch out here sucking meat everyday
I’m on a pedestal, never go federal
Eating the cake like I’m damn Anna Mae
Smoking that zaza out here in LA
We the one blowing up like a grenade

b**ch, keep staring
Keep staring
Keep staring
Keep staring
I lean like a kick stand
I get money, big bands
We ain’t playing, big grams in a blunt
Watcha saying
Man, watcha saying