DEMON TIME

kick my feet up on the desk

that's balenciaga

vivienne westwood round my neck

man i feel like nana

loaded 9 up in my bag

and it's straight from prada

and my brothers never lack

yeah they move wit choppas

told them boys if i'm up then we all up

cuz they was out there when i had none

no respect to the snakes that switched up

ima flex on the fakes with the real ones

level up with the gang and we killing shit

know that our mission is

stacking these millions

**** a hero bitch i am a villain

it's demon time i do not

know what a feeling is

now i demand my respect

i say that shit wit my chest

might run the fade like it's tekken

play with me you got a death wish

you is a bitch i detect it, uh

watching me like a detective, uh

prolly tweeting from your private cuz

you know that i am not one to be messed with

they only mad when i'm flexing

cuz they already know who the best is

all them rappers who thought i was better

could never amount to the cash in my checkings

i was broke and i'll never forget it

but i knew one day i'd get it

now all of my diamonds wet

all of my diamonds baguettes