Demon Time (feat. Draft Day)

[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 bitch '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 bitch 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

[Lil Yachty]

All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo)

My Mexican bitch 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 bitches 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' bitch to my mama

I might take the bitch from the hood to Bahamas

Show her 'bout the world, this bitch here ain't even my girl (Yeah)

[Draft Day & Lil Yachty]

I pass the bitch 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, bitch, and I look like a mogul (Yeah)

Got more money than your whole family tree (Yeah, yeah)

Double that shit, and you still won't reach me (Bitch)

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)

[Lil Yachty]

Can't no one stop you, you next like the runner-up

Niggas big flexin', they bitch, 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 bitch was on set lookin' mighty tender (Woo)

So fuck 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 bitch, 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

Fuckin' my Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice (Go)

I took a whole lotta slander from fuck niggas, broke niggas

Fuck all of that, I'm the prototype

Grabbin' the wheel, I give a fuck (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)