Текст песни Demon Time - Wizzy Snow

BRRRT, ayee
Uh, uh, uh, yeahh
Snow Gang shit, we never lame bitch, Yeah
I got my white bitch sending booty pics cause she miss me
Spin a nigga block we taking tops just like a frisbee
Bitch please I don't need a bitch I'm what a bitch need
No keys when I'm in the whip I'm hitting top speed
I'm Riding dirty keep a semi tucked
Niggas run down on me he catch fire he ain't getting up
See some shit I like then Imma buy it I don't give a fuck
Bitches blow my line up like they dying tryna get a nut
My numbers just keep going up
I'm trappin' in balenci's
Disrespect the gang then we gon dirt you, send them six feet
Niggas know I'm really with the shits don't try and diss me
Heard the opps been tryna get the drop bitch come and get me
I'm right here where your bitch be
Bitch I been on demon time
It's just me and mine
You gangsta we gon see about it
If he tweet we slide
Now we in your party
My whole team on go bitch
Better watch ya thottie cause I'm about to give her throat kids
Nigga grab yo blicky, let's get busy
We can go to work
How ya whole team shooters but your partner end up onna shirt
Now that nigga hurting called his plug he need another perc
Not talking bout new boys but this choppa make his body jerk
I been living fast, so I do the dash
All blue faces in my stash
Switching lanes hope I don't crash
My ice real don't need a flash
I got drip don't make me splash
Play with gang and that's your ass
Ain't no chances ain't no passes
I got bitches throwing C's when they see me
I need 1500 for a verse it ain't no freebies
All these bitches tell me I'm the shit but ain't no feces
I got hollow tips up in this Glock these ain't no BBs bitch

Still sliding on the block, get your shooter shot
Ain't swap the glock it's getting hot, bitch we still shoot at narcs
Don't stop cause them lights flashing, I tell my brother Crip
Talking stupid don't make you smart, it get your mother hit
When when I hit the block, tech it do that stutter shit
Fuck your bitch without no rubber, now our sons on that brother shit
Pops taught me two things, keep a glock and never trust a bitch
She poked a whole in the rubber, too bad I had the rubbers switched
My brother snitched can't claim the hood, bitch I wish he would
I ain't Cane and he ain't Abel, but I bet I could
Take a trip we out the west, yeah on crip we good
Bet not ask where we from, bitch I wish he would
I ride with the Crips and bloods, cause i'ma thug nigga
Dripped out in that red, and I'm still throwing Cuhz nigga
She said why you cut me off, I tell her just because nigga
The way she give that brain, I think she had a fucking bulb with her
Aye Tone Wtf they thought, bitch I really stalk
ARP a bag of chips, I'm like a fucking hawk
Line his ass just like a coroner, where my fucking chalk
Don't ever judge a book boy, sugar look like fucking salt
I'm riding with a three piece
Tech and a glock, but my bitch got my wessy
Just tell me you trynna fuck, lil baby ain't no stress please
Baby we can fuck anytime, don't gotta press me
My flag right where the left be
Bitch I been on demon time, it's just me and my mine
My niggas slide like skateboards, cause we really riding
Now we in your party, finna up them poles bitch
Wanna see us, pay us for a feature, or a show bitch