Twinem

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Its a different type of drip
If you run into us, you doing the dash
Run up, get sent to the past
He saw me, he dipped, he thought he was flash
I caught up he wasn't that fast
Like give me the money, take it out the stash
I trust no hoe, bitch, I chase cash
Like we in the club, she shakin' her ass
You thought you was lit, like bitch you a pass
Like, I rush in the paint, like I'm Steve Nash
Yeah, you smell the gas
Blitz up on me, now he in the blunt I ash
I'm in the M5, I'm doin' the dash
Foot on the gas
Twin on the phone, like nigga, don't crash
If I'm 2 deep, you know I'm with twinem
That's a opp, you know we get wit' em
Now lackin' in fashion, Amiri the denim
Mask up, I look like I'm Venom
He dissed, now we gotta send em
Yeah, I got the lo, told twin let's get him
There's no time to lose, I'm gettin' the dub
You get in my way, just know that it's up
Niggas fake, they wanna say what's up
Can't get backdoored, I hardly got trust
Told twin it's the world, versus us
If the party ain't lit, we turn up the function
I'll pass the assist, ootin like I'm drummin
She geekin, she hardly can function
Shot after shot, give her a concussion
I can't lack yeah they up to something
Twinem with me, aiming at your muffin
Break bread with my brothers, we all gonna win
Can't trust nobody, we in a world of sin
I ain't happy till I got the Ms
Gotta get to the bands, hustle in the benz
If we in the club, we got money to spend
And yeah, I'm Twin, so she bringing her friend
And I only live once, so I'm takin' that risk
I need a hunnid on my wrist
I ain't worried about her, like, keep that bitch
Only thing I trust is when I'm gonna click
Oh, I'm on camera, take that flick
Cause I'm masked up, blacked out the fit
If she with me, she gon' be on a trip
If she said I got, different typa drip
I take out the bands, now she wanna sip
Yea she wanna sip
Don't pass that blunt if it don't got kick
I blitz up on you like I'm Michael Vick
Don't start runnin' why you runnin' rick
Twin all black like he John Wick
Yeah we 2 deep, he flick, I flick
If you run into us, you doin' the dash
Run up, get sent to the past
He saw me, he dipped, he thought he was flash
I caught up, he wasn't that fast
Like give me the money, take it out the stash
I trust no hoe, bitch I chase cash
Like we in the club, she shakin' her ass
You thought you was lit, like, bitch, you a pass
Like, I rush in the paint like I'm Steve Nash
Yeah, you smell the gas
Blitz up on me, now he in the blunt I ash
I'm in the M5, I'm doin' the dash
Foot on the gas
Twin on the phone, like, nigga, don't crash

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