Conversations With the Devil - Ramirez

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

Coming out the Benz, steadily moving weight, 'cause the hustle don’t stop

I’m coming to win and all of my niggas be gunning, shooting for the top

Inside of the cocaine, Bimmer pushing it up yo 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

Coming up from nothing, hustling for my money, now I’m gripping grain

I’m beating it down yo' block

Setting up another shop

Gotta watch out for these opps

Call the block, it’s fucking hot

Putting money inside my sock

Watching all of my bitches flock

Nickel and dime me busta

Then I promise that your body drop

Bitch, I’m snatching chain, blowing brain, I do my thang, ho

Looking at the devil in his face, I’m just a psycho

Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low

Talking all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo

Bitch, I’m snatching chain, blowing brain, I do my thang, ho

Looking at the devil in his face, I’m just a psycho

Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low

Talking all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo

Coming up out the bushes with a red dot

I’m aiming to kill

Pushing a pill, with this steel

Pointing my pocket rocket to your grill

Fuck how you feel

Bringing the Ruckus, ain’t no time to sleep

Freddy Krueger with no patience

Slit yo' throat and let you bleed

You want gunplay?

Let them nuns pray

But I promise you that this ain’t what you want, mane

I’m off that Novocaine

Smoking propane

Hit 'em in the fucking chest and see the blood drain

I’m a kick door pro

Me want all the smoke

Kick into yo' momma house with my .44

Bullet shells tap dancing all on the floor

Bring me all the static, 'cause Gorilla want some more

Bitch I’m snatching chain, blowing brain, I do my thang, ho

Looking at the devil in his face, I’m just a psycho

Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low

Talking all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo

Bitch I’m snatching chain, blowing brain, I do my thang, ho

Looking at the devil in his face, I’m just a psycho

Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low

Talking all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo