Devil Hours Songtext
von Chuckyy

(Big Oz on the keyboard and shit)
(Yo, Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh
Uh, we chase, he trip, he fall
We blitz and stand over him (Brrt)
Gotta know that we smackin′ them buckets
All net, lil' nigga, we ain′t scrapin' the rim
Breakin' her back again, foenem called me
He say that he trappin′ again, uh
Brand new strap, a 10 milli′, bail out, switch gang
Right when we see him, uh (Brrt, brrah, rrah, rrah)
They just talkin' to talk, I′m born and raised in the
'Raq, bitch, this how I live
Uh, changed my life around, type of shit I
Should′ve thought about when I was a kid
Uh, shorty 'nem dyin′ to live, we play ball off the rip
No, you can't get a dribble
Keepin' my head on a swivel, they tryna kill all the rappers


I′m tuckin′ a pistol (You know that)
Play monkey in the middle
My shorty 'nem come through elephant
Stompin′ to get you (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
When you hear that, "Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt,"
Forty come out the barrel to get you, uh (Brrt, brrt)
Every day, I be chillin' on 9 block
But sometimes I come swing through the 6 too
Uh, 2016, bail out of hot cars, I′m dumpin' the XD
Foe got a six-two (Rrah, rrah)
Mm, uh, who the fuck said you was a shooter? (Come here, come here)
We gon′ bail out right here, fuck that mask
Niggas know we comin' in three (Rrah, rrah)
Grandma told me to watch for the snakes in the grass, not gon' lie
I′m gon′ cut right through 'em (Cut right through ′em)
Uh, 'member that day them niggas tested my gangster
Chuckyy bail out in broad day shootin′ (Rrah)
Foenem on the opp block all black and a black bookbag
We broad day lootin' (We broad day lootin′, nigga)
Uh, when we hit that block, gotta do that shit right
I'ma show you just how to maneuver (Follow me)
Uh, talk tough on the 'net, when I see him
He stretched, know they fillin′
His body with fluid (With fluid, nigga)
Uh, why you got on a vest? All my niggas be murder for hire
We aimin′ for noodles (You know that)
Uh, I was like ten years old when Chuckyy had his hoop dreams
Foenem caught him a kill, we got it on tape
We watch shit back on two screens
Got a lo' on an opp, we comin′ right now
We hit a nigga block in two V's
He dropped, he ain′t got no views
Nigga need to stop rappin' and need to get a job on Tubi
(And go get a job on Tubi, nigga)
Uh, I like money and drugs, you ain′t talkin' 'bout that
Shut the fuck up (Uh)
Nah, this ain′t Kinta, but I′ll still come through swingin'
The chop like nunchucks (Rrah)
She want me to fuck her raw, but she only want my seed
′cause she know I'm next up
I only kiss these hoes, if you think
I′ma fuck without thinkin'
Then your brain just messed up (Nigga)
Uh, we walkin′ shit down
Shoot some more when he fall to the ground (Rrah, rrah)
Seen him twitch, we spinnin' around (We spinnin')
Suppressor on the glick, it ain′t makin′ a sound (Not a sound)
On my bully all 2024, I ain't friends with you niggas
I ain′t fuckin' around (Nigga)
How the fuck
I′m so goddamn rich and I never received a cap and a gown?
(Fuck school, nigga, I dropped out, man)
Uh, we chase, he trip, he fall
We blitz and stand over him (Rrah, rrah)
Gotta know that we smackin' them buckets
All net, lil′ nigga, we ain't scrapin' the rim (Ain′t nothin′ but rim)
Breakin' her back again, foenem called me
He say that he trappin′ again
Uh, brand new strap, a 10 milli', bail out, switch gang
Right when we see him, uh (Brrtt, brrah, rrah, rrah)
Know how the fuck we comin′, man, we chase shit down
Don't trip, nigga, you know how the fuck we comin′
Long live Fred, nigga, Chuckyy keep one in the head
Nigga, bucks up, nigga
Know how the fuck we rock, man
Tweak the whole world out, nigga, you know how the fuck we comin'
(Uh, rrah, rrah)