Witch Brew

[Hook: Fefe Dobson] Hail Mary, quite contrary How does your hatred grew? With skin of snake and rabid bait we're going straight to hell Rosemary, bloody cherries What does your crystal show? Bloody rates and bloody faith, you’re going straight to hell [Verse I: Gangsta Boo] This shit that I’m cooking you be better working Cause its wicked and now when I play with you hoes This shit is witch brew My attitude is fuck you, you know Had to bring it one more time I love to make my haters sick Laughing out loud, rolling with cheddar My niggas is down with triple the six Paying attention suppose to be gossiping Constantly keeping my name in they mouth Blowing and smoking I'm travelling getting my money The hardest La Boo in the South Industry dudes make me sick sometime Be acting like your shit don't stick like mine But the nigga I roll with his ass is awesome Fuck your opinion, I don’t wanna be bothered Everybody knows that real G's move in silence Everybody knows that broke necks don't tell Everybody knows the possibility of violence Everybody knows they don't want to see me click Most of the time in the studio fresh Cooking up poison Pulling their heads Getting some hay Counting them stacks Highly upgraded two bitches attest my gangsta Hollow tips got you red splitter splatter Like a painter I don’t wanna be like her I wanna be like him I need bitch, no thank ya My crystal ball and I’m the queen Bitch bow down I have the will power to shut your whole world down [Hook] [Verse II: La Chat] You know it's murder You know I'm murking these bitches Mayne, fuck the feds But can I embalm these snitches Got to get your friends They about your business Bust your head living in these ditches Murk your family, don't need no witness Check the bitch the assassin menace Wouldn't want to play with this video game Got the gang numbers first and you can get it up with me Got the cop killers on stand-by Do a drive-by Make your mama cry-cry Nigga buy red dye on your black eye You will die if you are trying looking at my guy You will lie blood across the face so high In the sky real bitches make the moon mine Niggas die anything that I want nigga I could buy everybody hey check bitch And that's why every morning that I wake up Looking I'm waking up look at the mirror Laugh at my set because I the one they fear her Up another [?] And she's still talking shit but nobody hear her Put her in the trunk with the pump to her head Got her scared mislead she been bleed on the grave Fuck her own partner, bitch won't tell the bitch she dead Another day, Imma buy a new Luger You niggas shoot her Mama taught to kill or be killed, I'm the tutor So if you hoes gonna get some up your ass gotta gun Me an Boo we gonna bring this shit to ya I'm ratchet Nigga break you and your papi Me and major rhyme moves We got the lose got the tunes If you snooze I'm trigger happy [Hook]