kev dollaz – demon time lyrics
[hook: kev dollaz]
(aye, aye)
he talkin’ hot on the net, when we catch em
we wack em & pack em up
lil’ b+tch a eater, might be a treesha
if i hit it gotta wrap it up
i get to the bag they wonder how i’m puttin on
they watchin’ how i stack it up
show no face, for that money n+ggas turn there back on ya
[verse 1: kev dollaz]
2 traps, i’m wildin’
in the jungle, get violent
when gang ran down he copped it
these n+ggas ain’t tuff they scoffin’
after we finish sliding
toe tag they can’t identify him
yellow tape cop sirens
over here we on different timing (facts)
fendi fact, i show you where it get litty at (litty at)
dimeblock, 10th street thats where the k!llas at (aye aye)
2x, you not in the field why you lied, look
i’m fried, ptsd kicked in got blood in my eyes
you not, like that, i know ya body
rapper weed, light that, only smokin’ that power (gas gas)
bro hot, he steamin’ cus he totin’ that fire
move wock, we clean em, tell the truth no liar
new trap, big money in my jeans gettin’ to it but they knew that
move tact, if he talkin drunk we gon’ turn em to a new tat
for that fetty i’m a fiend
always keep a big pack, i can’t lack
kev dollaz neva who that
i’m lit & i don’t got no diss track
doing bad, wait
these n+ggas cappin’ like they gotta bankroll
n+ggas wearing fake designer, mike amiri ain’t make those
shorty f+ckin with the gang so i introduced her to the bang bros
queens n+gga f+ck a stylist
young slime gotta snotty nose
jump out the black whip, don’t worry we strapped in
no we cannot wait till we get the drop
brody with me itching tryna clap sh+t
don’t try to, don’t try to d+ck with the family cus we ain’t squashin’ it
we in a, we spinnin’ in a hoopty on ya block wit all kinds of s+it
[hook: kev dollaz]
(aye, aye)
he talkin’ hot on the net, when we catch em
we wack em & pack em up
lil’ b+tch a eater, might be a treesha
if i hit it gotta wrap it up
i get to the bag they wonder how i’m puttin on
they watchin’ how i stack it up
show no face, for that money n+ggas turn there back on ya
[verse 2: kev dollaz]
the mob drummin’, chief in the back got the car runnin’
we doing n+ggas dirty if you cross me ima pay you back thats how i’m comin’
i want the smoke i love it
real chains on me no tuckin’
new heat, bump it
you ain’t heard about me you buggin’
(aye aye)
you popped you doin too much panickin’
big money can’t stand with dem
traveling, o.t., casino lit i’m gambling
h+ll cat come challenge it
f+ck up the road damage it
beat up the block i tackle it
we throwin darts no rambling
back in the trap jumpin’ like jordan this b+tch metro boomin’
got hoes in the back tryna record me this b+tch must be stupid
i’m back in my glory, when i’m in the booth in the stu i ain’t human
just tellin my story, these n+ggas be cappin’ in their music
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