TALKIN THAT SHIT

ENVIOUS̸ :
( Ay, Ay, Ay )
Mother, mother, mother fuckers always talking
Always talking like they know
Got my 40 cock it back
And let that motherfucker go
Turn a sucka to a ghost
Turn his bitch into a hoe
I got xans lsd
I got tabs on the low
I got 5 down to ride and they all want the smoke
I got killers in the cut sacrifice and snatch your soul
I got nines
I got knives
Keep my blade on my side all the time
Wanna try me
I will take your life
No regrets
No remorse
Yeah you know it’s homicide
Take ya life
Where you go
You ain’t shit
You’s a bitch
You’s a lame
I’m the mane
Yeah wassup motherfucker
Yeah wassup
Yeah wassup motherfucker ay

BTD SPECTRE:
Smoking my blunt won't pass this weed
You talking to me no fucking with me
In the dark as I bleed only wishing for 3
Sixes im making my wishes proceed
The devil embarking my conscious and talking to me and telling me please they get what they give only wishing for peace you talking to much wanna bleed they fucking with me no I can’t believe its hard to breathe no breaking bread with enemies no friend of me to stab my back and watch it bleed so left you high and dry in the dust and dirt for the birds to pick you clean just leave me b inside my room I smoke in peace
Keep me from gripping that pistol and ending my life just to watch as they stand up above looking down on me

RO$ETTA:
They talking about that killa
RO$ETTA that mane
Bitch i’m goin insane
Load the nine, cock it back, bang
You know i don’t play mothafucka
That zetta was raised as a hunter, i got aim
So you better believe when i pull up
Motherfuckers gonna get they asses beat
I’m pulling up 3 deep, that mudah and milford
And z-e-t-t-a

Motherfuckers claiming that they gonna pull up
But they never wanna catch this fade
So they better protect they neck
Or a mothafucka gonna aim right for they face
Don’t give a mothafuck about a mothafucka
Bitch i’m from the 505 southwest mane
Me kill and i creep, leave them bodies in sheets
I’m a fiend for the weed, and the cocaine