Got Me Speaking Like the Devil

Hopped out
With 2 big berettas
Off another tab
Got me speaking like the devil
Got my trigger finger
Steady pressing on the metal
Yea I'm popping heads
Like I'm heating up the kettle
Yea I'm polluting air
While I do my money dance
Step into my circle
Finna put you in a trance
Why you riding deep
Trynna flic up with the FAN
Put you in a casket
Honey come and get your mans
Pack the magazine till it click aye
Riding around thuggin since a jitt aye
Always pulling up with a nymph aye
She always going back with a limp aye
Pack the magazine till it click aye
Riding around thuggin since a jitt aye
Always pulling up with a nymph aye
She always going back with a limp aye
Fucking up the vision but I'm still riding iced out
Chillin with the goons getting high till we pass out
Always on the move in the night looking dead found
Looking for your casket getting high smoking heads now

Got me speaking like the devil
Where the addy
Pop out on the scene
With a
Tech
No foul play
Just protecting all my kin
Fuck a vest
I'm just trying to do the race
Rolled a blunt now I face it
On these niggas
They can't take it
We ain't the ones to fuck with
Or play with
Getting faded
Like everyday since a jitt
Level up the cadence
We don't quit
This shit forever
Talk your shit
And I'll talk my mine
Rebuttal
With the mafia
With the demons
I ain't kidding check your feelings
Im too legit
Get you dropped like
A coffin
This potent got me coughing
The projects had me starving
Still moving with army
Try to harm me
Now I'm fucking on your barbie
I'm so charming
It's alarming
My design is made by carnage
Product of the ghetto
Pulling strings I'm geppetto
Get you hit cause my OGs needed something settled
Heating up the kettle

Hopped out
With 2 big berettas
Off another tab
Got me speaking like the devil
Got my trigger finger
Steady pressing on the metal
Yea I'm popping heads
Like I'm heating up the kettle
Yea I'm polluting air
While I do my money dance
Step into my circle
Finna put you in a trance
Why you riding deep
Trynna flic up with the FAN
Put you in a casket
Honey come and get your mans
Pack the magazine till it click aye
Riding around thuggin since a jitt aye
Always pulling up with a nymph aye
She always going back with a limp aye
Pack the magazine till it click aye
Riding around thuggin since a jitt aye
Always pulling up with a nymph aye
She always going back with a limp aye
Fucking up the vision but I'm still riding iced out
Chillin with the goons getting high till we pass out
Always on the move in the night looking dead found
Looking for your casket getting high smoking heads now



Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Rico
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