Max Thrilla - Languages lyrics

I hear em talking hear em
Hating on me each word
You saying nigga we take a homie Alls fair
In love and we at fuckin war tell the game
To open up or we gone kick the door
Every body red beaming Everybody head
Shotting all speak a
Foreign language Jay's turn to
Red bottoms all yall
Niggas blessed up and y'all
Niggas dressed up mortician
Gotta get em boy should have vessed up
I'm just saying nigga we Gods
Now been getting money fuckin
Them broads down see me in the city tell
Them pussies come and get me 5 for a pack
Of magnums hope the lord could forgive me
Swear I'm praying for all my
Enemies kill they squad
Like a shooter at an assembly they run to
The law now the government Trynna
Sentence me took the
Death sentence Still coming back
Couldn't finish me
Blanco on the block Trynna get off all the
White Thrilla in studio bout to body the
Mic cross either one of them niggas kiss em
Good night We ain't even bout to
Play with you faggots who gotta light so I
Could light this swisher light
The swisher them
Niggas sweet put the fire on they ass
Watch it burn from head to feet
You better play position pole position you in
The back listen I make decisions
Had the vision ain't gotta ask you
Bout to taste the smithin
They at my neck tell em come try it then fuck
What you thought I'm a
Product of my environment
Been killin pussies leave em wet and
Gushy seen pussy hiding in
A bush but I am not rookie hit him with
The strap and watch that motherfucker
Lay down now it get
To talkin ain't nothing left
You could say now
Heard they sellin out for the money
Well imma stay black You get
It imma sending tsunamis all at
Your wave cap lesson learned
This ain't a facade don't play
With the GODS we either
Taking your money or taking ya
Lives told my shooter
I want em both I want to see em surprised
Be a party all at your funeral Kelani ride
Crown me the king this crown ain't
A thing putting jersey all on
My back I feel like Mike in the ring who gone
Stop it could get it poppin get
Cracking the same see them
7s all at your door with
Triple 6 on they brain
Call up ya squad but call
Em collect tell them niggas
Meet you in hell IM putting 6 in your chest
Heard you niggas calling my name I
Put a flame on ya block
Hope you better at movin Caine
You niggas bricking the rock
Call up ya squad but call
Em collect tell them niggas
Meet you in hell IM putting 6 in your chest
Heard you niggas calling my name I
Put a flame on ya block
Hope you better at movin Caine
You niggas bricking the rock

I had to say it twice to
Let em no it's real use
Your feet don't run your mouth
That shit will get you
Killed I'm really a nice guy but
I just like the feel
Of cracking ya fucking head if
It will seal the deal

I rap but I ain't really with
The talkin see me out
In person and run up I'll
Make it dark then you
Ain't no killer I see it inside
Ya heart fam don't make
Me do it I'll love it and really off em