Demon Time Songtext
von Lil Yachty

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' - like she pray to me
Doggin′ that - 'til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup, maybe it's -, 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 - 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


All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty
My Mexican - treat me like Liberace
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger
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 - 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
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
If it's for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini

These new - 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′ - to my mama
I might take the - from the hood to Bahamas
Show her 'bout the world, this - here ain′t even my girl


I pass the - off, let the homie go handle it
Big pointer stones 'round my neck
Light the room like a candle lit
Don't get too close, 7.62′s knock off your shoulder, dismantle it
Masked up, no Rip Hamilton
You - squares like Carlton
I′m in Bel-Air, posted at Nobu
Inside the whip, orange like Goku

Lil' boy, I done told you, I been hit the -, that′s old news
These - be cappin', no Pro Tools
Twenty-two, - and I look like a mogul
Got more money than your whole family tree
Double that -, and you still won′t reach me
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 - who really can stop me (on God)

Can′t no one stop you, you next like the runner-up
- Big flexin', they -, I'ma look her up
Hook her up, - her down, got a new stick
Nine-mil′ bullets and thirty rounds
Ready to hunt a clown
I been that - since, uh, I can′t remember
Since when? Wintertime and I remembered December
Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender
My - was on set lookin' mighty tender

So - what they talkin′ 'bout, tell ′em to watch they mouth
'Fore I get out of body, 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 -, I′m not DJ Clue
My - bangin′ red, it's the way of life
We buyin′ guns like it's illegal owning knifes
- My Asian, she makin′ me jasmine rice

I took a whole lot of slander from -, broke -
- All of that, I'm the prototype
Grabbin′ the wheel, I give a -
- Want smoke, I hope that it's up
Aimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck
- Gon′ knuck if you buck

I got like ten different watches I never wear
My Louis mono, not no Damier
At the penthouse with three different concierge
I know all of my haters cannot compare