[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)