Mental Twisted Insane
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[Verse 1]
Yeah, burn a body with the gun, fool
Pull up on you in the parking lot, my nigga, ain't nowhere that you can run to
Try'na duck behind a Kawasaki, hit the body if a nigga want to
Hit 'em with a hundred rounds, I put 'em in the ground and comin' back is what you won't do
(What bracks?) I don't give a shit where you from, this Dago
Horchata with the carne asada torta el fuego
From the Southeast where ain't nobody in this bitch wear no halo
I need red sauce and the green sauce 'fore this shit get too fatal
(Okay!) always keep it on the real, steal your cable
All I see up in a nigga dreamin' when I wake up it's redrum
I'm in their mental, they get sentimental when I fuck around and get your head spun
Adios, ain't nowhere to go to get your lifeline when the lead come
The hardest, motherfucker that you ever heard
Comin' all up in your front door with some real Crips and Bloods
Flag on a nigga face when the homies all came through bustin'
What you wanna shake hands for? You already know what it was, motherfucker
[Bridge]
Damn, it's a riddle
I be shootin' bullets at the man in the middle
So high almost put the can on the griddle
Finna burn 'em with the ham, god damn I am mental
Might as well take my dope with the coincidentals
I'm about to go bozo in the rental
Brazy, Blood, might throw blows with the devil
Then I go get the shovel
Yeah, burn a body with the gun, fool
Pull up on you in the parking lot, my nigga, ain't nowhere that you can run to
Try'na duck behind a Kawasaki, hit the body if a nigga want to
Hit 'em with a hundred rounds, I put 'em in the ground and comin' back is what you won't do
(What bracks?) I don't give a shit where you from, this Dago
Horchata with the carne asada torta el fuego
From the Southeast where ain't nobody in this bitch wear no halo
I need red sauce and the green sauce 'fore this shit get too fatal
(Okay!) always keep it on the real, steal your cable
All I see up in a nigga dreamin' when I wake up it's redrum
I'm in their mental, they get sentimental when I fuck around and get your head spun
Adios, ain't nowhere to go to get your lifeline when the lead come
The hardest, motherfucker that you ever heard
Comin' all up in your front door with some real Crips and Bloods
Flag on a nigga face when the homies all came through bustin'
What you wanna shake hands for? You already know what it was, motherfucker
[Bridge]
Damn, it's a riddle
I be shootin' bullets at the man in the middle
So high almost put the can on the griddle
Finna burn 'em with the ham, god damn I am mental
Might as well take my dope with the coincidentals
I'm about to go bozo in the rental
Brazy, Blood, might throw blows with the devil
Then I go get the shovel
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