Twilight Zone Lyrics

She's working, she's twerking, she's going to earn a Birkin

Still putting pain off the muscle

Legs in the air off the deep stroke, it's flirting

What we going to do all this space in the Burban

Gotta keep a K like a nigga wearing turbans

Came in this rap shit on purpose

Feel like I deserve it

Paying all my member's secret service

Not playing games with this music know it's worship

Worship might just start preaching

Giving young niggas free game all the secrets

Hard work know how I did this, know that I shitted

White t-shirt denim jeans with the fitted

Fly nigga sauce add some spice to the recipe

Never let the ops get the best of me

Never let the Game get ahead of me

Never let the fame put a check on me

Come to the twilight zone

Come with your highlights on

Love when you hit my phone

Tell me what's right from wrong

Aye what's right or wrong nights alone

Too many nights dirty sprite alone

Too many fights I admit that I'm wrong

Too much despite now, I'm tripping you're gone

Aye flipping my phone

Leave me alone, don't come back home

Checking you're gone

Make sure it's long

Blocking your number because I have moved on

All of her cooking know I miss your mom

Summer good-looking sundress you put on

Trying to get bookings somewhere in Nepal

The next diamond Cuban comes setting in prongs

Huh, young nigga got bars you can't rap on this instrumental

It's detrimental, my flow sounds like I'm going mental

Cheap food hungry soup with the lentils

For sure not gental

Going to the top you can't stop what Is meant to

Know we going to crop through his red suit

Run to the cops in your fed suit

Come to the twilight zone

Come with your highlights on

Love when you hit my phone

Tell me what's right from wrong

Aye what's right or wrong nights alone

Too many nights dirty sprite alone

Too many fights I admit that I'm wrong

Too much despite now, I'm tripping you're gone

By any means necessary I'm going to get rich

Stack it and flip

Going for the crown until I'm down broke hoes aren't shit

You just a bitch, you just a snitch

Never going to run to the feds get the bands up

Make sure the cash straight go pick my mans up

Fans off the back page go hit my brand up

Leaving a dust trail go pick the sand up