Talkin2MyScale ft. 2Turnt MB Lyrics

Ayy, bitch it's Mel, nigga say he gettin' chicken, I can't tell

It's a difference between me and niggas like heaven and hell

I think I'm goin' insane, conversations with my scale

Brobro know the law, he still gon' send a quarter through the mail

Before he cross that street, nigga better make sure ain't no traffic

Better look both ways, cause real niggas get active, you be yapping

Still gon' post up on that block, they call me Mr. Make It Happen

I check USPS daily, tryna see about my package

Heard these niggas tryna ride the wave, tell them surfs up

Word of the day is pint, pour it nigga word up

She like, what's that that you keep on sippin', that's my double cup

Lean all in my gut, I'm smokin' Oreoz, they double stuffed

If a nigga play with M.B., we gon' turn him up

It's the GANGWRLD , nigga play and we gon' burn him up

Only way you welcome in this bitch is if we serve you somethin

Snakes in the grass, I kill they ass and get my birdie one

I can make the smell bad, good smellin', ayy

And I can make the smell good, smell bad, ayy

Everywhere they say I reek paraphernalia, ayy

In the hood, that say bitch, I got that gas, nigga

In that field, you better watch out for them grave diggers

Jammin' with the monsters, 387 days with 'em, ayy

Brody keep that stick in the car seat whenever he lane switchin

When they see me talkin' to my scale, they think I'm crazy, nigga

When they see me talkin' to my wood, they think I'm crazy, nigga

When they see me talkin' to that bag, they think I'm insane

Nigga, fuck what's smelly on the block, we gon' let it bang

Tell that nigga, strap your nuts on

Pussy, let 'em hang

They say, MB, where you been at? I said, out the way

Bitch, I'm in my bag, gettin' chips, eatin' Frito-Lays

Smokin' on that purple weed, feel like Purple Rain

Double cup of that purple lean for my rainy days

Told 'em that I quit the cup, bitch, look at my gut

Young nigga surfin' on the waves, I was really tough

Young nigga really in that school, I was turnin' up

Smelly on my side, nigga play, we gon' burn him up

Bitch, it's Mel, nigga say he gettin' chicken, I can't tell

Ayy, it's a difference between me and niggas like heaven and hell

Ayy, I think I'm goin' insane, conversations with my scale

Brody know the law, he still gon' send a quarter through the mail