[INTRO: ???]
This goes out to all you chatty a** motherf**ers
Wack motherf**ers
Can't f** with the mad motherf**ers
Chatty a** motherf**er
[VERSE 1: MASTAMIND]
It ain't sh** wicket like this wicket, Wicketsh**
You want me to kick this sh**
Well let me kick it b**h
Here he is, that n***a who's so mysterious
You dying to know who I be
You so curious
You say "How can I be down, how can I be liked?"
"How can I be ever wicket on the mic?"
Hey yo, I'm so sick of this sh**
So I'm sick with this here
It's so ridiculous, I got you b**hes living in fear
I see so many motherf**ers faking into the take
Trying to be like (NATAS, SATAN, SATAN, NATAS, NATAS, SATAN)
You can bite the style for a while, but still feel chatty
Yo, I ain't happy so don't come at me
[HOOK]
You's a chatty a** n***a
A chatty a** n***a
(x4)
[VERSE 2: TNT]
Chatty a** n***a, n***a chatty
Call me mack daddy
When I'm rolling through your f**ing hood
The b**hes know it's all good (it's all good)
Down for the dirt (n***a)
Putting in work (n***a)
Lifting up skirts (n***a)
b**hes get hurt (n***a)
It's that n***a TNT
b**h you better recognize
f**ing with The Voodoo Child
b**h you could be paralyzed
Keep my f**ing name out your mouth before I blast ya
Nobody asked ya
I rolls like Casper
Boom, boom, boom
b**h dropped dead
Some slugs in his head for some sh** he just said
Chatty a** n***as don't live long
And most dead n***as don't sing no songs
[HOOK]
[VERSE 3: ESHAM]
You's a chatty b**h
Call me pimp daddy, b**h
Never loved a ho, and had he switched
Then you'll know who's on my dick
(Who's on my dick?)
I don't know, stay up off my dick though
Quick to kick the sick flow
Dissing all wicked hoes
And we be foes not friends
'Cause I can't deal with your ills
I gives a f** how you feel
(Player hater) I ain't got no love for your kind
You be hoping that I fall
So f** all of y'all
[HOOK]
[OUTRO]
Now what kinda n***a is a chatty a** n***a
(That b**h n***a is a chatty a** n***a)
(x2)