Twisted Insane - FTN lyrics

[Hook: King-ISO] I'ma talk to these n***as I'm on grown man sh** No mustache n***a I got a bad b**h pushing big bikes Where yo' bus pa** n***a Screamin f** the other side Getting money when we bust that n***a Ratchet ho why you f**ing wit' them brokeboys When you see us brain f** that n***a Man f** that n***a On the hood blood f** that n***a f** that n***a, when I catch your man in traffic b**h f** that n***a Screamin f** the other side f** that n***a Getting money then we ride f** that n***a [Verse 1: King-ISO] I ain't paid my rent this month Just froze OPPD I took a trip and came up and got signed Now these hatin' n***as envy me Steady be duckin' when I'm bustin' if it's beef we meet ?Coopin your Soddy? rippin' your body like a 3 piece meat Funny how they talk about EBT Now your b**hes gotta see me on BET Murder a n***a that givin' a f** about MEB I drop 10 CD's and got DVD's Not to mention ive been pimpin since PCG Full clipping after life n***a sees BG k**in my enemy like it was Hennesy n***a feed me please k**ed all OG's and BG's fleet I done did this Snake Way DBZ You're a three piece meat playing GT3 (n***a so back the f** up, if its beef we meet Clipping the mac like what's up ni**a hes PC Tell me you wack hoes you s** Like three VD When they see me n***a its GTB) x2 [Hook: King-ISO] I'm on grown man sh** No mustache n***a I got a bad b**h pushing big bikes Where yo' bus pa** n***a Screamin f** the other side Getting money when we bust that n***a Rachet ho why you f**ing wit' them brokeboys When you see us brain f** that n***a Man f** that n***a On the hood blood f** that n***a f** that n***a when I catch your man in traffic b**h f** that n***a Screamin f** the other side f** that n***a Getting money then we ride f** that n***a [Verse 2: Twisted Insane] They lookin for me and they find me up in these streets I'm runnin up into ya house ya b**h skeet skeet I'll rip her to pieces now she's prayin her way to Jesus So I cover the ho with feces before I, delete The strength of incredible hulk on PCP And they don't want get in my way when I do eat, thee, meat You n***as don't like to play by rules and use cheat, sheets Pop, lockin on n***as like I was up on, thee, Beat, Street Now murder opponent when I be up on it I hit em with some of that venom When I get up in em I fill em with sick and i catch em one hot sweet heat Ya don't wanna be the one duckin from my deet deet deet I'll blow ya brains all over the bed and get some new brand new sheets n***a back up back up before you speak with me The mumble up on the street is you SVPD I'm too brackin for your b**hes blood I ain't f**in with snitches That gotta lie to a n***a just to speak to me I'm sicko like psycho Michael but cycle like psycho seal Slaughterin people when I say hey look at what I did I am the one that nobody likes to invite because I do bite at you b**hes When I am fishin like what it is The ouija board is speakin sin more fliers through your dickies And if I happen to miss well then just try to come and get me You try to catch me slippin comin dippin up in my house and I'll be posted on the couch With the mothaf**in .50, n***a [Outro: King-ISO]