Halloween

I've been back on my bullshit, I stayed with that full clip And I stayed even ruthless Talk shit, leave you toothless Got plans, but I don't need a blueprint Just know that I stayed with that chopper And I been eating steak and lobster And I'm living life like a mobster I'm in love with the cheese, like some pasta This green turned me to a monster We spinning shit in a Mazda My wrist water like some Fiji And I'm stacking bread like it's easy Tryna tell them how they ain't believe me You ain't got no guap, you ain't competing And you can't convince me you don't need me And my bag taller than the ceiling Don't give a f*ck about how you feeling And bitch, I'm cold, hard, and killing And you ain't even a villain Shit get wicked in the field And it get scary in October, ho Hop, I walk them down, that's what I do I send them up that road Say they with that action But we know they never stole before Claiming you a killer You ain't never took a soul before I don't need no pill, don't need no drugs to go and up with score Dissin all my brothers I'm gon' be the one that's at your door Pulling up with AKs And we all be lighting up your home I don't give no f*ck It's 1-8-7 kicking down your door I ain't got no opps cause niggas pussies They ain't want no smoke Creeping on my block If you suspicious then you getting smoked And I keep it on me Guaranteed you see the holy ghost F*ck you and them ops out Shit we let them drop them bodies drop You already know who's on top Smoking all them fucking ops Bitch I'm tryna go Let me know my nigga Because I be always trying to blow it Let me tell you where we come from It's called that 2-1-0 From the south to the creek Back to the south Savage izzy on this bitch Let me tell you who it is Young nigga with two kids Money hungry that's the way it has to get Talk some shit my nigga Split you like a banana split R.I.P my nigga G4oe pour me up another 4 Times 2 my nigga If you talk shit we really let it go All my niggas tryna go Say some shit we let it blow All my niggas fucking crazy Bitch we from the San Antonio S.A. is my fucking home Yeah, yeah Caught em lacking got em screaming Flipping packs and bringing P's in Why they call that boy a menace Cause I'm shooting for no reason Catch me talking to my demons Off that lean is when I'm dreaming Homie wanted smoke with us I'm in the cut just like we bleeding On the road to my riches bendin corner hitting switches Try to run off with a ounce I add that boy up to my hit list Give my shoot a couple hundred Tell em get em gone by Christmas BakkHouseVillains on a come up And I go by NDaMenace Seen the type of shit they do Just talking shit up on the net When I'm sliding next is you Who gon' get shot up in your neck We up bout 4 can't change the score We want some more and still gon' flex Speaking on them niggas Cause I know they silent when they press Heard a lot of oppositions Got permission still won't slide Check this Instagram His bio got dead opps but how they die Smoking on them fake ass killers While I'm spilling purple lines Heard them talk that shit Cause we went band for band his card declined It's the season to start sliding With them mask and throwaways Bitch I'm sliding with them boy This shit be different not the same Type to beat up on they ass Cause they kept talking on my game F*ck you bitch while you smoke crack Gon' have a mad he just got made Heard them bitches catching feelings Not my fault bitch stay away Bitches think just cause we fucked That I'm gon' need em everyday Had to see em face to face I can't remember all they names I'm still toxic than a bitch She kept it real I'm still on games She kept it real I'm still on games