Twisted Insane – Wytb lyrics

[Verse 1: Brodie James]
What ya, what ya really tal'm 'bout bullets
Team fo' real, my team gorilla
When I step up in the booth I'm a [?]
If you talkin' about cd then there ain't none bigger
No way to stop me, I roll wit the posse, they talkin' so cocky
But work is so stroppy, you blame it all on me, she callin' me papi
Caught smokin' the strong and then shout out to bobby
Shout out to [?] , plenty of clips I got ammo
Shoot at [?] wit' no camo
I keep it lit like a candle, there ain't no shit I can't handle
And that's just the truth, everybody wanna see me make it, 'til I make it, then they all wanna take it
How the fuck you runnin' out of patience, you ain't got an occupation
I been doin' this since I was in the basement
Tell 'em to drop it all, how you gon' fake your persona, I'm smellin' a bitch ass aroma
I thought that I told ya that I can not fuck wit' no [?] so knock it off
What the fuck is you talkin' bout?
Twisted just hit me, he told me to kill this, I did this with real shit
I'm smellin' a hymie, I'm catchin' a body, next time I just chalk it all

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
You comin' from the money but I'm comin' from the slums
People always tip 'em when I'm sleepin' with the bums
Like I'm with the money but not friendly with the guns
I sit up in the alley when I'm drinkin' on my rum
Woke up in a bin and bitch I'm here to have some fun
Take the heater, take a trip, I'm feelin' wicked off of shrooms
Room, me and the millimetre, really feel like I was deep in Hen and ain't no tellin', maybe I be doin' it soon
Throw it up behind the back do'
Don't nobody want no yack, no
Niggas don't be talkin' 'bout shit
People get to pass it up, but I be showin' I'm da poet, I be there be throwin', I be layin' in piss
Give it to you as you wish it, function
Soon and you go jumpin'
Feel it movin' through my body, heart is really pumpin'
Everybody on the beat and ain't nobody dumpin'
All you niggas wanna rap but ain't nobody bumpin'
And I bring 'em all to the roast
Woke up in a room and they get tossed with the hoes
When I'm in a state, I can't talk, I'm a ghost
All I wanna do is watch the Lyric Boss videos
If you wanna come and then get sauced here we go
Pop another one and we gon' be sick, then I might stick
Light her wit a lighter and a match, I got it brackin' nigga we gon' be lit, nigga!