Luh_Twizzy_v1 ft. Walnutgod Lyrics

They were like where are you at them niggas done thought I was dead

Them niggas go off the cap the Choppa gon blow off his head

Them niggas really just mad cuz I really been getting my bread

Them niggas go off the cap the Choppa gon blow off his head

Them niggas really been mad cause I just been getting my bread

Them niggas know I don't lack they know that I carry a vest

Hop on yo block and I'm painting it red

Can't talk with that boy nah I think he a fed

Just like a pencil we popping that lead

I pull up wit dat Choppa we stomping yo set

And the Choppa gon take that boy off of the map

My killers gon slide they gon find where he at

My pockets on biggie my pockets be fat

He jump to conclusions he seeing the end

Bitch I'm the goat no I don't take Ls

Can't fuck with lil heard he running with 12

Big body Choppa we send to hell

Throw up them flags like we setting a sail

Yo Brodie got locked he won't pay for the bail

I am not like that I got my bro free

Word to my dead nigga you can get zapped

Spin through the block with an AR15

Spin through the block with an AR

Opps they be talking like I'm not where they are

Bad lil bitch tryna get in my radar

Stacking my chips he don't know where the lays are

Aye yuh

And he don't know that I be different

Don't look at my wallet just listen

Pop on yo block and we painting it crimson

Run up on me and this Choppa gon blitz him

Unload the Choppa that body go missing

Told lil bro that we not with the fiction

We Poppin his squad if he walk in it's clicking

I hit the block and I'm up on a mission

Already dead I'm still getting my licks in

We swinging these sticks like it's mofuckin cricket

Send em to heaven we give em his ticket

Bitch

Walk in the spot and I clear out the room

Wait

Everything dead in the stu

My money cripping my money all blue

That pussy be capping that man Dr Seuss

Pull out the Glock now he swallow that tool

Me and young light we be spitting the truth

Pop on they block they don't know what to do

Me and Walnut we pop out and we shoot

We never giving a fuck about you

My homie Tere walked in with a suit

This shit not a game I'm still getting my loot

This shit two crazy we burning the booth

We look up at the moon yeah my homies some demons

We don't know what happen but Brodie not breathing

You don't got the knocks homie why is you reaching

I turn you to ash if he up in my region

I'm up in new York and I'm sipping that shi

You see the gold when I'm flicking my wrist

I'm fucking whoever yo bitch I'm on the list

Leaving the stu and I finish my shit

Leaving the stu when I finish the song

I come home to yo bitch and we gon get it on

I'm smoking this blunt while I'm sipping on wock

Somebody tell me what planet I'm on