Conversations With the Devil

(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)

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 moving weight

'Cause the hustle, don't stop

I'm comin' to win and all of my **** be gunnin', shootin' for the top

Inside a the cocaine Beamer pushin' it up yo' lane

Didn't have no daddy, so my uncle made me soak up his game

I keep it a hunnid '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 yo' block

Settin' up another shop

Gotta watch out for these Opps

Call the block, it's fuckin' hot

Puttin' money inside my sock

Watchin' all of my pigeons flock

Nickel and dime me busta

Then I promise that yo' body drop

Bitch I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang ho (I do my thang)

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 (I do my thang)

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

Comin' up out the bushes with a red dot

I'm aimin' to kill

Pushin' a pill, with this 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 this ain't what you want man

I'm off that Novocain

Smokin' propane

Hit 'em in the fuckin' chest and see the blood drain

I'm a kick door pro

Me want all the smoke

Kick into yo' momma house for my .44

Bullet shells tap dancin' all on the flo'

Bring me all the static 'cause Gorilla want some mo'

Bitch I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang ho (I do my thang)

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 (I do my thang)

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

(All this ammo, this ammo, this ammo)