Demon time

I’m slidin’ with the stick, got the beam on his chest, Call of Duty headshot, leave him leakin’ in the flesh. He was talkin’ on the net, now he catchin’ real smoke, Jolly Rancher in my system, turn his block to a ghost. Loyalty my bible, I’ll die about my respect, Bama boy with the fire, put the city on my back. Opps thought they was safe, now they runnin’ from the slime, Hundred round drum dancin’, make the whole block do the grime. Pull up mask on, black on black like a panther, One false move and it’s lights out, no answer. Love hard as fuck but I’ll still air the whole whip, 205 to the death, that’s the only code I live. hook) Demon time, slime drippin’, we creepin’ through the night, Hundred rounds spittin’, turn the block to a light. Mask on, black on, leave ‘em stiff like a corpse, 205 or nothin’, that’s the code we enforce. Demon time, I’m slidin’ with that hunter brown tucked, Leave his ass leakin’, whole block smellin’ like skunk. Pop two **Jolly Ranchers**, now my vision all blue, Turn his whip to swiss cheese, that’s a drive-thru. Mask on, black on, 205 stamped on the TEC, Opps thought they safe, now they restin’ in the wreck. Slime life forever, I’ll die ‘bout this respect, Love her so hard, if she fold I break her neck. Fire in my veins, leave the city full of smoke, Loyalty or death, that’s the only words I quote. Bama boy state of mind, pimpin’ on these beats, Cooked the whole track up, now it’s murder on the streets. Ten-word bounce, watch me glide like I’m Bizzy Bone, Hunter brown spinnin’, now his mama singin’ all alone.