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Demon Time
1,232
Hip-Hop/Rap
Demon Time was released on August 29, 2024 by Pablonumba9 as a part of the album Lucky
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AlbumLucky
Release DateAugust 29, 2024
LabelPablonumba9
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nunu Record
Nunu Record
Performer
Pablonumba9
Pablonumba9
Vocals
Lilspazz9
Lilspazz9
Performer
liljizz59st
liljizz59st
Performer
lilrizz9
lilrizz9
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ezekiel Simms
Ezekiel Simms
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Depo made this bitch)
Jump out, jump out, jump out gang
Jump out gang, we jumpin' out to take that risk
The way bro tap that switch, there ain't no duckin from that shit
We going to keep on crackin' **** heads, this shit will never stop
He shouldn't have said what he said, that same shit that got him shot
The way my jump outs hit them blocks, we ain't passin' in no drop
He walked out without his high, he should have thought outside the box
Six shooters, five switches, ARP to make some extra noise
Just give me anythin' that push up, but I dick the boys
2021 put on my belt, put points up on the board
They need some help, another one just added to the score
This **** thinkin' it's a swap, but whole time it's a door
We caught a **** out west and nailed 'em to the floor
Before that, we caught two, I think we need some more
They know just what we do, can't fuck with this side of the war
Bag a full of C's and OBP's, and bro, this shit bangin'
He dissed BM, he better let us find out where he hangin'
Ever since I lost my twin, been seein' red, no time for playin'
I stop fuckin' with the perks, I found myself-
I stop fuckin' with the perks, I found myself changin'
And then in no situation, LR movin' dangerous
And they know if this shit get tricky- uh, uh
And they know if this shit get tricky, LR up start flamin'
We hit they block and made my space, and let me work my magic
I catch the boul with the glasses and I'ma take his glasses
Don't give a fuck where we at, I bet I let him have it
**** felt the switch and start different like he was RecoHavoc
The way that shit fucked up his face, I bet they closed his casket
Me and bro up to that drop and came back with a basket
I peep this bitch tryna line me, this little bitch scatted
If this bitch ass too fat, I might just have to crack it
JOG, we get that drop, we throw that shit with ease
We throw B's on the side, and we crack the C
He had his head in his phone when he looked up, he just popped up
He tried run, he wasn't fast, and he got shot up
**** try to reach for his gun, can't let his Glock bust
He ain't die in T, he made it to the door (Fuck)
We got that drop again, this time I know we goin' to complete the job
He clocked out from McDonald's and really got him fried
Create a class before we been bend, which skin? I can't decide
Whiteboy goin' up and blow his pole, once I get an eye
You can't be speakin' on Lil Baz, that's how his brother died
Unlock the door, we blitz that block, we come from every side
Got LR behind the wheel cuz every chase know he going to get away
We on the same shit, just a different day
Kev tried to run, he tripped and fell, they sent his ass away
HL felt that button to the face, he ain't gon' be okay
So many bodies on the six, another body
Another body won't be shit, Jizz
He was speakin' on my man, he in the afterlife
He dissed mine, but then he died, it's like a sacrifice
We turned up, we got B's, we got braggin' rights
He jumped out and miss every shot, he ain't tap it right
We drop kids and we drop C's, I think they need some help
Booga clocked out of work, and he got the belt
We put a stain on the shirt, the searchers let him out
I do it on my bike, bitch, I don't need no help
I done fell in love with bands, I'm stayin' to myself
Bitch, I smoke H, he say HL-
Bitch, I smoke H, he say HL, oh, this shit really punch
We put that **** in the air like he hit a bump
I'm tryna make the opps look great again, call me Spazz Trump
Bro can't wait to catch- shhhh, we can bang the pump
We got handguns up to huntin' rifles, open up the trunk
What the fuck? Bro cooked his ass before I got the dump
Five shooters all on one ****, shout out 20 plus
We should have named that **** deafy, but he couldn't duck
I ain't have a dollar, now I'm fuckin' hoes I couldn't fuck
He caught one to eighty shots, send 'em in the truck
Bitch called, asked 'em for a dime, that trap gon' get bust
He had the ball, tried to cross me over, and got plucked
What the fuck? He know we slide like a hockey puck
He was loafin' on that block and broski shot him up
They never pick they man up, the cops got him up
We put **** in the sky like a pilot
He had a Glock, we sent his ass away, he on the island
We fryin' **** in the wheels, they hate droppin'
I seen broski face on that drill, when he was smilin'
**** dissin' on my man, that's when the trouble start
How y'all gettin' parked? Why y'all park? We left 'em double clarked
We really draw on ****, we don't fuck with, ard
He was cold hearted 'til we made that hot touch his heart
That shit touched his heart
That shit touched his heart
Bitch I'm in, I'm like Paul Blart
Bitch I got that whistle like I'm Paul Blart
Written by: Ezekiel Simms
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