TWIN (feat. YungKC)

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I'm telling everybody, watch out
Dior's killin the rats
Dior's killin the snakes
WTO killin everybody
Its's murder
How he gonna say that son, you must be tired of breathing
He was trying to deuce it back before I had that mean thang
I was trying to kick it, but she all up in a feeling
I've been chasing bags, you said something bout a ceiling
I want a heart, not funny, not funny
I want a heart, not funny, it's not funny
I want her heart, keep that thing on my hip like a nine
Told her to run me that chest, if you move too quick you might die
I'm in the living room, pills on the counter, the liquor too
Told him that's twin, he my brother, he a hitta too
In my backpack, xannies with them 22's
WeTheOpps, ice a bitch if it's funny moves
I kill every snake that I catch, Nemo too
Can you feel that? That ain't thrax baby, don't inhale that
I hear me some hissing, where the f*ck my twin at
You said it's a snake baby, we gon' kill that
Me and twin heard that track that you did, that's bad rhyming
Me and twin had them C and D's girl, that's cash, diamonds
Me and twin killing snakes out here, I'm passed lying
Me and twin in the city on that bad timing
Yeah, I'm a rap talent, matter of fact, that's a lot
I'm addicted to her hips, she hypnotize me with her thighs
Face the tears, I'm probably outside
Feeling anxious in my mind cause I can see the purple skies
I'm a bag flipper, tipping that green liquor
And my eyes on the money, I probably got me a milla
I'm a, f*ck, gotta wake up to this other rap
Lookin clean got me pulling on these triggers
I'm a murderer, baby been killing, I know you heard of her
You thinking that you top, but she gon' get you, put you under her
Got it straight, if you ain't got no flavor
Don't be searching shit about me cause it's shit you can't be hearing of
Be careful, you probably hurt with the words, I'm digging it
That bullet hit you, now you stuck with the birds
Yeah, be careful, shooting shit like this was the Purge
Rockstar, got me stacking up my shells on the curb
Yeah, your bitch kicking it
Kinda crazy how you in that situation
Cause you had some niggas slipping in
Ass flicking, pussy been half licking
Gotta hit it from the back cause she ain't got no niggas sneaking in
Yeah, twin, you heard me
Heard we flipping bottles in the club and in the party
You gon' think we in the crib, driving around inside the telly
Gotta do her doggy style, I need some dick up in her belly
Come on, twin, you know we do it
You know we do it, take his J's and run his pockets when we shoot it
Just a pussy, all the talking, you been doing
All this green done got me lucky like the Buddha, kill em with this honesty
Spin the block deep, WeTheOpps killing colonies
Pardon me, give him a lobotomy
Gotta change my number way these bitches steady calling me
Had to pull up quick without a stick, I wasn't tall as me
He gonna talk that shit, but his bitch will always follow me
How he gonna say that son
You must be tired of breathing
He was trying to deuce it back before I had that mean thang
I was trying to kick it but she all up in a feeling
I've been chasing bags, you said something bout a ceiling

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