Conversations With the Devil Ramirez
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[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
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
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