CRY DINE, BIG30 - Demon Time Lyrics

They say they lookin' over you, I don't give a fuck
I been out here in these trenches tryna run up dirty bucks
Can't fuck that shit off in the club, bitches wanna give me love
Cuz they know I got a buzz, cuz you know I ran it up

A hundred thousand on my mind, nigga, that's all the time
I'm on the grind, I'm down to shine, nigga, I'm runnin'mine
Ayy, bricks and bells, they never tell, nigga, I ain't scared of jail
Ayy, break the scale, nigga, the money count is goin' for real

Ayy, chopper to the face, told that nigga, what's the case
Ayy, left a man in the basement leakin' from the dirty eight
I love the straight, I pump the gas, nigga, get out the way
I got a demon on my face, scrapin' out the pavement

Damn, ayy, demon time, my nigga down to shine
My nigga's on the grind, I be toting on four nickel
aint take no wooden Nickel, boy, you softer than some tissue
I'm out here too official, I be with them grave diggers

They tryna slay some, yeah, they tryna face some
Yeah, they tryna take some, a hundred blues up on my mind
They blitzin' just like Madden
Mind Over matter where the bitch, she the baddest

Rip her out the plastic, treat her like elastic
Put it all on the floor and make her do gymnastics
Treat me' like a rapper, nigga, I'm a trapper
Nigga, I'ma stamp ya and get ya gone, nigga

Damn, ayy, demon time, my nigga down to shine
My nigga's on the grind, I be toting on four nickel
aint take no wooden Nickel, boy, you softer than some tissue
I'm out here too official, I be with them grave diggers

They tryna slay some, yeah, they tryna face some
Yeah, they tryna take some, a hundred blues up on my mind
They blitzin' just like Madden
Mind Over matter where the bitch, she the baddest

Ayy, I roll with Baby Threat, real killer, certified member
Niggas don't want that ill, so we put switches on the pistol
You hear that brr-brr-brr, cover your face, boy, we pop a pimple
You think shit's sweet, come try your luck, I swear this shit ain't simple

First he was blood, we hit him up, now he permanently crippled
Now let me switch it up and tell you about these other niggas
Before 2020, that boy went and he ain't told none
Down to 20 years ago, daddy had me holdin' guns

Thirteen years later, I was on her loadin' guns
Not just for show, gun, don't pick it up and scold guns
Them murder weapon, them just not somethin' you should hold guns
Black Lamb truck, 4G all the road runnin

Damn, ayy, demon time, my niggas down to shine
My niggas on the grind, I be totin' off on niggas
They takin' up with the niggas, boy, you softer than some tissue
I'm out here too official, I be with them gray diggers

They tryna slay some, yeah, they tryna face some
Yeah, they tryna take some, a hundred blues up on my mind
They blitz it just like Madden
Man of a matter, what a bitch, she the baddest