Demon Time
Verse 1: Draft Day]
Told her, “Don’t wait for me”
Your time is up, better save it, please
I just ran up me a eighty piece (Ayy)
She on her knees suckin’ dick like she pray to me
Doggin’ that b**ch ’til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup, maybe it’s lean, we don’t do no green
Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean
Draft Day, he poppin’, no, Sante ain’t stoppin’
He need all his profits, some say that he cocky
I know that he got it, he flew a b**ch out from the tropics
Exotic, I’m smokin’, Supreme, had to box it
458 ‘Rari take off like rockets
Wide body kit like Buffie the Body
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo)
My Mexican b**ch treat me like Liberace (Yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (Hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony’s
My b**ches give love, but I’m still feelin’ lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a condo
No money can fill it, I’m hot as a skillet (Hot)
These rappers two-faced so bad, I could peel it
And see they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs
I’ll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter (Yeah)
If it’s for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini
These new niggas weenies
The year is ’06 with my black Bapesta beanie
She rub on my gold like there might be a genie
I can’t take a bad dressin’ b**ch to my mama
I might take the b**ch from the hood to Bahamas
Show her ’bout the world, this b**ch here ain’t even my girl (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Draft Day & Lil Yachty]
I pass the b**ch off, let the homie go handle it (Yeah)
Big pointer stones ’round my neck light the room like a candle lit (Boom)
Don’t get too close, 7.62’s knock off your shoulder, dismantle it
Masked up, no Rip Hamilton (Yeah, brrt), you niggas squares like Carlton
I’m in Bel-Air (Yeah) posted at Nobu, inside the whip, orange like Goku
Lil’ boy, I done told you, I been hit the ho, that’s old news
These niggas be cappin’, no Pro Tools
Twenty-two, b**ch, and I look like a mogul (Yeah)
Got more money than your whole family tree (Yeah, yeah)
Double that sh*t, and you still won’t reach me (b**ch)
You in the nosebleeds, I sit in floor seats
Right where the coach at, but you can’t coach me
Draft Day been on that, sound like Kobe
Please name a nigga who really can stop me (On God)
[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
Can’t no one stop you, you next like the runner-up
Niggas big flexin’, they b**ch, I’ma look her up
Hook her up, dick her down, got a new stick
Nine-mil’ bullets and thirty rounds
Ready to hunt a clown
I been that nigga since, uh, I can’t remember
Since when? Wintertime and I remembered December
Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender
My b**ch was on set lookin’ mighty tender (Woo)
So f**k what they talkin’ ’bout, tell ’em to watch they mouth
‘Fore I get outta body (Yeah), and I knock ’em out
I bought twelve different whips like it’s nothin’ new
I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue
I drop bombs on a b**ch, I’m not DJ Clue (Boom)
My niggas bangin’ red, it’s the way of life (Brrt)
We buyin’ guns like it’s illegal owning knifes
f**kin’ my Asian, she makin’ me jasmine rice (Go)
I took a whole lotta slander from f**k niggas, broke niggas
f**k all of that, I’m the prototype
Grabbin’ the wheel, I give a f**k (Skrrt)
Nigga want smoke, I hope that it’s up
Aimin’ the stick at the square like the game with the duck
Nigga gon’ knuck if you buck (Brr)
I got like ten different watches I never wear
My Louis mono, not no Damier (Yeah)
At the penthouse with three different concierge (Yeah)
I know all of my haters cannot compare (Yeah, ‘pare, ‘pare)
