TWIN ft. YungKC Lyrics

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 fuck 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, fuck, 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