SOS TWIN Lyrics

I don't give a fuck about none of that,

Pull up with a,

Nigga, okay, pull up with a K on me like it's Sos, but it's not ksubi

I'm N.R.O., top flo like Cerrr, I should've sued you

These niggas don't got money, if I sued them, wouldn't even get nothin

They only see me once in a while, like I'm they big cousin

Blues on me, match my shoes and shirt, you think I'm Big Crippin

Still college kid, I up the blick, make you big crippled

How he yo big bro got less heart than my lil' sister

These niggas geeked about lil Chase plays, I been did it

Plates on the table, she take a pic, think my face in it

These corny niggas just started ballin', Jason Tatum with it

Oh Ricky, you better pay that nigga, 100 shots, different chambers with him

I went broke like three times, I swear it changed a nigga

My Givenchy kinda look like a Reebok, I spent $1200 on em

2011,archive jeans spent $800 for em

I got a bitch blowin' my line up like it's 1-800

Bring the rain like thunder, slam a hoe Westbrook on Thunder

We talkin' serious ball, if it's less than ten, no talking

She said I'm for everybody, a Doll with cash, she bossy

Unfukwitable, I thought I made that shit so obvious

I told my nigga get his life right, he make crime a hobby

Gang said stay in school, you got a problem, we go and chalk em

Thought the coupe seats made by Hershey, they so fuckin' chocholate

These suburb niggas ride with chop, don't even got oppositions

I guess this bitch just like a opp, she let me slide and kill it

You can say some shit a million times, these dumb niggas won't get it

Niggas don't even got a recipe, be talkin' bout the kitchen

I cleaned the car, they can't even find a PC if they flick a nigga

You put a box on the back, it's a thousand CCs in it

Hop out Wrangler cargo, I still got blicky with me

Hate copycats, but if you copy me, might benefit you

Yeah, I been up three summers, nigga

I'm with a model bitch, can't see the windows tinted

He was eyeing too damn much, ain't got five percentin

All this shit go to me, I don't fuck percentages

Keep on sayin' I got bad mouth, I'm fuckin' a dentist

Bro got bad, white boy, call the Denis the menace

All that smoke shit get sent up like a fuckin' chimney

Accepted these niggas too basic to ever fuckin' get me

She so dramatic, do a hundred said she dizzy

Shit, my name is like a bank, I'm damn there Desi

Competed, lost his drive to win, I tried to tell him

Look at the score, its a blowout, she blow me like a candle

She just came out, toes out, I know we gettin' messy

He a green nigga, soft as hell, like some fuckin' jello

You gettin a bag just like bald niggas when they let their hair grow

Pull a Sos move, paint on shoes, Maison Margiela

I be done crafted some unique shit, like Donatello

She put that shit on, slide to her crib she don't got shit on

Bag loud as hell, crack a window, like the fuckin' heat on

These niggas real like Chester, paint the wither like a Cheeto

A.I. help me with the money, shit feel just like Eno

I'm tryna go and cop big body, like my cousin Eli

It's bad luck, you touch my money, like the fuckin' cheese out

He thought he was big dog, he wimpy kid now

Rack for rack, that nigga stopped a two nigga, I shit you not

She popped out with a baggy jeans, so thick she filled them out

The dirty money gettin' to my head, I got a filthy mouth

It look easy, cause I did it, nigga go try it out, lil' nigga