Demon Boy Blitz

Yeah Red chalk on the curb

You know who runs the block (hahaha)

Demon Boys roll deep in the trench

Park bench frozen, clearing the bench

Red eyes gleaming under the hood

Taking over every corner of the neighborhood

Demon Boys running the track

Cross that line and there’s no coming back

(Demon Boys!)

(Yeah,

no coming back!)

Black hoodies pulled low when we mob in the cold Never fold,

never sold, that's the code we uphold Creeping through the alley with

the gang in formation Claiming every sector with a heavy reputation Spitting

rapid fire while the tires burn asphalt Step up in our circle,

call the coroner, it's your fault (brrr-at) Demon Boys keep the perimeter

locked down tight

Demon Boys roll deep in the trench

Park bench frozen, clearing the bench

Red eyes gleaming under the hood

Taking over every corner of the neighborhood

Demon Boys running the track

Cross that line and there’s no coming back

(Demon Boys!)

(Watch your back!)

Watch the pavement crack under boots when we step

Every single runner gotta pay us respect

We don't need a crown,

got the territory gripped

Engine humming low when the dark coupe ripped Five deep,

five horns painted on the jacket back

Rolling in the middle of an ambush attack

Never looking back,

yeah we run this town

(never looking back) (knock 'em down!)

Who's that creeping out the smoke?

(who's that?) Red spray paint,

this ain't no joke (gang)

Get ready for the storm

Demon Boys roll deep in the trench

Park bench frozen, clearing the bench

Red eyes gleaming under the hood

Taking over every corner of the neighborhood

Demon Boys running the track

Cross that line and there’s no coming back (Demon

Boys!) (We own the night!)

Demon Boys.

Nothing left to say. (shhh)