Conversations With the Devil Songtext
von Ramirez

Throw my brothers inside of the bush so I don′t get caught
Get the fuck from 'round me ′fore I cock my hammer under the Glock
Coming out the pen, steadily moving weight 'cause a hustler don't stop
I′m coming to win and all of my niggas
Be guns and shooting for the top
Inside of that cocaine beamer, pushing it up your 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 your block, setting up another shop
Gotta watch out for these opps, for the block, it's fucking hot

Putting money inside my sock, watching all of my pictures flock
Nickeling down me busta, then I promise that your body drop


Bitch, I′m snatching chain, blowing brain, I do my thing, ho
Looking at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creeping 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 thing, ho
Looking at the devil in his face, I′m just a psycho
Creeping 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 the steel, putting my pocket rocket to your grill
Fuck how you feel, bringing the ruckus, ain't no time to sleep
Freddy Krueger with no passion, slit your throat and let you bleed
You want gunplay? Let them guns spray
But I promise you that this ain′t what you want, mane
I'm off that Novocaine, smoking propane

Hit him in the fucking chest and see the blood drain

I′m a kick dope, coke, me want all the smoke
Kick into your mama house with my .44
Bullet shells, caps 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 thing, ho
Looking at the devil in his face, I′m just a psycho
Creeping 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 thing, ho
Looking at the devil in his face, I′m just a psycho
Creeping on the come up so you know I got my lights low
Talking all that Anna but you gon' taste all this ammo