FYM Twisted Insane (Ft. Dayo G)

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Fresh out my sleep
Already niggas on my phone wanna leap
Wake up, load the K up, time to raise up with the heat
Somebody callin' me all type of names I won't speak
Fuck that jibber-jabber, we can run and tattle get your brains splattered in the street
Everybody tellin' me you ain't the homie speakin' on me for a week
Talkin bout he wanna actin up better be careful what a nigga reap
Really, I will take your jaw bring it to me raw, I will cook your beef
Take your mind up on a rimspin like slim did to reek
Hold up, Luigi, I'm goin' in there for the three-peat
They don't wanna see me on the one-on-one, I really wipe a nigga like a squeegee
40 bottle by my side, a nigga hit it, and I'm goin' back, I got my feet deep
When I hit a knee what kind of liver lookin like a rillo when you about to reheat
My psychosis got me off in tye dyed oceans
I be smokin' on the weed and getting hella paranoid, bye bye, focus
They don't want me in the end, but can't nobody give a nigga my diagnosis
By ought this I know this, I wrote this, mind hopeless
Chewin' everybody up and like they great okras
If you wanna pull a heater on a nigga better make it sure there's no safety
Everybody think a nigga freeze stay geeking from my dopeness
Everybody think a nigga might explode 'cause I'm so brazy
Addicted to the sick shit in the trees (In the tree)
Man, this shit, umm, this finna be a breeze (This finna be a breeze)
He act like he so down with the B
Pssh, nigga please, you couldn't stand one of these
Fuck you mean