South Beach Twins Lyrics

Been in my bag nah I been up in a different mode

Cashing out and I ain't even get a chance to hit the road

Giving up ya life you don't pay what a nigga owed

Feds always watching got me switching up in different code

Never test a nigga just know I'm gone win

If you drop the location them killers gone spin

Then I fly to south beach and I'm fucking on twins

She cheated on me I started fucking her friends

Put white in her mouth you'll think it's foam

Talk to god better pray I don't send you home

Calling god better hope that he got a phone

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Bah split a nigga dome

CEO going ape shit on a bitch

Bullets got him lagging make a lil nigga glitch

Love the fam and I promise that I never switch

And if I got it then I make all my brothers rich

I know it well and I always gotta play my role

In the city where you always gotta keep a pole

Tryna get rich know I gotta reach my goal

Try to cross a nigga know you gotta pay the toll

Bodies dropping you can't see it but you smell the odor

Put a smile on her face I'm moving like the Joker

Cuban links or I buy ya girl a diamond choker

I'm fiending for the money and I never stay sober

She send the addy and you know that I'm sliding through

I want her friend so you know she inviting two

Ain't worried lil nigga I ain't fighting you

The get back real duck when we riding through

Spraying 2ks so I keep a green beam

Need the money want the bread I need that cream cheese

VVS too bright she can't see a thing

I'm 32 I'm with my brothers we the dream team

Count it up Ima make sure a nigga ball

Hating ass niggas waiting on me to fall

Too slick bitch know a nigga seen it all

Fuck that hoe I want the money and I need it all

Glenwood hometown where you find his body

Long nose .45 but I call it Scottie

Gun him down all alone right up in the lobby

I'm back on bullshit and I bet a nigga can't stop me

20/20 vision all I gotta see is paper

Need the bread I need the cake I'm feeling like a baker

32 and I'm balling ain't a nigga greater

I set him up he back doored and killed by his neighbor

Now bitches wanna fuck cuz they see me shine

And it came from hard work you can't knock the grind

Worry bout ya bitch nigga before I make her mine

And if it ain't about the money I can't waste no time

He swallow bullets cuz a nigga couldn't swallow pride

Fighting for his life damn at least the nigga tried

Grab the clips load and the sticks cuz we fina slide

Sirens ringing mama crying cuz a nigga died

Down bad made mistakes had to learn a lesson

Making music counting money it'll ease depression

Why you think I'm working hard out in every session

The money is the answer you don't even need the question

You don't even need the question my nigga

Like if you ain't making money then what the fuck is you doing?

If the purpose ain't got no green as the outcome like what is you doing nigga?

Mob ties on a nigga put him in the trunk

Body reeking smell the odor smelling like a skunk

Catch him sober or we catch him when a nigga drunk

All he seen was bald heads like a praying monk

Cuban link glowing in the light you see it glimmer

Catch on him the road and we shooting up his sprinter

Dropping bodies then I wave like a game winner

And I'm god's favorite son but a devil sinner

Got the sauce for a bitch loving how I drip

Stood ten toes for 'em so I never slip

Thought he caught me lacking but we had to flip the script

Caught him at the light then we airing out his whip

Word around town I need the M's by the dozen

We gone stomp a nigga out then the gang get to rushing

Or I do my own dirt and I'll face repercussions

She cheated on me I started fucking her cousin

Lil bitch