
The Devils Playground Twisted Insane (Ft. Rittz)
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[Intro]
*Thunder*
*Car door closes*
*Footsteps*
*Keys jingle*
*Door unlocks*
Get this nigga
Yo, fuck 'em, fuck
Get this nigga, bitchass nigga
Sup, nigga
Where the motherfuckin' money at, nigga
What's up, nigga
Get- where the motherfuckin' money at, nigga
Sup, nigga
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
They caught me slippin', for I left the pistol in the whip
What I'm doin? Normally, I be up on my shit
They bust me in my nose and blood just trickled down my lip
Put a hole up in my clothes and now I'm blown up in my fit
Thinkin' where the fuck my kids, hopin' someone bring them back with a strap
The last time I checked, they was down for a nap, I'll be back
The last thing I said before I hit the 'Lac with [JMac?]
Took one to the head and came back with these rats, I react like a
Lunatic, you runnin', ain't nobody gonna save you from me
Walk up in the livin' room with a couple goons, like, three deep
Told 'em I would leave 'em fucked up with their guts cut and feet
Then I put the rest up in the freezer for tomorrow's reheat
No sleep 'til you all die
One by one, all fried
(Shut the fuck up)
Yeah, you gon' get a fall guy
Hurry up before your time out
I'm about to blow your mind out
You's about to really find out
I ain't no small fry
*Thunder*
*Car door closes*
*Footsteps*
*Keys jingle*
*Door unlocks*
Get this nigga
Yo, fuck 'em, fuck
Get this nigga, bitchass nigga
Sup, nigga
Where the motherfuckin' money at, nigga
What's up, nigga
Get- where the motherfuckin' money at, nigga
Sup, nigga
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
They caught me slippin', for I left the pistol in the whip
What I'm doin? Normally, I be up on my shit
They bust me in my nose and blood just trickled down my lip
Put a hole up in my clothes and now I'm blown up in my fit
Thinkin' where the fuck my kids, hopin' someone bring them back with a strap
The last time I checked, they was down for a nap, I'll be back
The last thing I said before I hit the 'Lac with [JMac?]
Took one to the head and came back with these rats, I react like a
Lunatic, you runnin', ain't nobody gonna save you from me
Walk up in the livin' room with a couple goons, like, three deep
Told 'em I would leave 'em fucked up with their guts cut and feet
Then I put the rest up in the freezer for tomorrow's reheat
No sleep 'til you all die
One by one, all fried
(Shut the fuck up)
Yeah, you gon' get a fall guy
Hurry up before your time out
I'm about to blow your mind out
You's about to really find out
I ain't no small fry
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