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demon time 9 - lil k9 lyrics

[chorus]
i be on that demon time, 9block on my back (grrah!)
every time i leave the crib, i got my glock and strap (brrt!)
you say smoke, then drop your pin — we gon’ get into that (spin!)
n*ggas dyin’ tryna rap, but i really live my raps (facts!)
we don’t do no sneak dissin’, we just put sh*t on a shirt (boom!)
caught his ass by that church — now he sleep in the dirt (bah!)
he was cryin’ to his b*tch, that boy died with a smirk (haha!)
say you gangsta? show me work — we make goofies bite the curb (p*ssy!)

[verse 1]
every opp i ever seen either dead or in a spliff (smoke!)
they was talkin’ like they k!llers, now they ghosts up in this b*tch (boom!)
got my bl!ck tucked in my fit — make me mad, i’m flippin’ sh*t (grrah!)
if i hop out, that’s your lifе — we don’t aim to make you twitch (nah!)
lil bro thirsty, off a pill, he just wanna catch a hat (go!)
said “f*ck thе opps” in person — they went silent, that’s a fact (facts!)
b*tch, i’m rollin’ through your hood with them switches in the back (boom!)
we don’t never spin for clout — we just spinnin’ outta tact (skrrt!)

[chorus]
i be on that demon time, 9block on my back (b*tch!)
every time i leave the crib, i got my glock and strap (strapped!)
you say smoke, then drop your pin — we gon’ get into that (pull up!)
n*ggas dyin’ tryna rap, but i really live my raps (on gang!)
we don’t do no sneak dissin’, we just put sh*t on a shirt (grrah!)
caught his ass by that church — now he sleep in the dirt (boom!)
he was cryin’ to his b*tch, that boy died with a smirk (stupid!)
say you gangsta? show me work — we make goofies bite the curb (facts!)

[verse 2]
i just called up 9, he said “let’s do a dirty job” (bet!)
now we loaded up with glocks, and a chop for every mob (grrah!)
you can run, but you won’t live, b*tch, we pop out where you shop (boom!)
they had tried to box us in — now they boxed up in a box (ha!)
i’m a menace when i’m sober, i get worse when off the wock’ (leaned!)
i don’t do no friendly sh*t — every handshake get a glock (boom!)
let my b*tch hold the bag, and the pole inside her crocs (thug love!)
i’m too deep inside this war, i can’t ever punch no clock (nah!)

[chorus]
i be on that demon time, 9block on my back (demon!)
every time i leave the crib, i got my glock and strap (grrr!)
you say smoke, then drop your pin — we gon’ get into that (send it!)
n*ggas dyin’ tryna rap, but i really live my raps (slime!)
we don’t do no sneak dissin’, we just put sh*t on a shirt (boom!)
caught his ass by that church — now he sleep in the dirt (dead!)
he was cryin’ to his b*tch, that boy died with a smirk (ha!)
say you gangsta? show me work — we make goofies bite the curb (b*tch!)

- lil k9 lyrics

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