[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