Conversations With the Devil

[Intro]
MTM, hit 'em with the heat

[Verse 1]
Throw my burners inside of the bush so I don't get caught
Get the fuck from 'round me 'fore I cock my hammer, unload the Glock
Comin' out the Benz, steadily movin' weight, 'cause a hustler don't stop
I'm comin' to win and all of my niggas be gunnin', shootin' for the top
Inside of that cocaine Bimmer, pushin' it up your lane
Didn't have no daddy, so my uncle made me soak up his game
I keep it a hundred 'cause my word is bond in the hood, it don't change
Comin' up from nothin', hustlin' for my money, now I'm grippin' grain
I'm beatin' it down your block, settin' up another shop
Gotta watch out for these opps, for the block is fuckin' hot
Puttin' money inside my sock, watchin' all of my bitches flock
Nickel and dime me, busta, then I promise that your body drop

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang, ho
Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creepin' on the come-up, so you know I got my lights low
Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo
Bitch, I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang, ho
Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creepin' on the come-up, so you know I got my lights low
Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo

[Verse 2]
Comin' up out the bushes with a red dot, I'm aimin' to kill
Pushin' a pill, with the steel, pointin' my pocket rocket to your grill
Fuck how you feel, bringin' the Ruckus, ain't no time to sleep
Freddy Krueger with no patience, slit yo' throat and let you bleed
You want gunplay? Let them guns spray
But I promise you that this ain't what you want, mane
I'm off that Novocaine, smokin' propane
Hit him in the fuckin' chest and see the blood drain
I'm a kick-door pro, me want all the smoke
Kick into your momma house with my forty-four
Bullet shells tap-dancin' all on the floor
Bring me all the static, 'cause Gorilla want some more

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang, ho
Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creepin' on the come-up, so you know I got my lights low
Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo
Bitch, I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang, ho
Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creepin' on the come-up, so you know I got my lights low
Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo