Twins! Lyrics

(Yuh, yuh!)

(Yeah, yeah, woah woah)

(Yeah, yeah, woah woah)

(Yeah, yeah, woah woah)

Feel like I'm Autumn she calling me twin!

Whip the McLaren, I'm whipping the Benz

Took like ten pills I can't do that again

I got a nine in my Number (N)ine Jeans

Take that lil hoe put it all in her spleen

If that boy talk, we gon pop him like bean

Get to the blue, yeah I get to the green

Two bad hoes I think they twins

I spend a band on my neck and my wrist

She acting Maddie, aint talking bout Liv

Choppa gon heat that boy up like some ribs

Said he get money, we know thats a fib

Choppa go, like a adlib (Boom)

This aint McDonalds, hit him with the Mac 10

Yeah boy I'm ballin', dunking on the rim (Ha!)

Feel like I'm Mario, give her this pipe, yeah (Yeah)

Feel like I'm Yachty, I hit up yo thotty, for the 1 night

My choppy send bullets to his body, yeah that boy finna die

Smoking on gas, I'm smoking on dope, yeah it got me in the sky

I don't want that hoe, so I kick her out the spot (Ha!)

I been stackin' dough, yeah I get alot

We gon' wipe his nose, since he wanna talk (Yeh!)

Yeah, I got that pole, stay up wit that Glock!

We gon' do that boy dirty as ever

Dangit, I just spilt the Wok on my leather

How many hoes you got jay? Like 11

Imma let the Glock preach like a Reverend

That boy cannot talk to me, he dont get no money, he dont get income

If he talking down on the net, imma do him foul, no and-1

I keep that gun in my pocket

I feel like im Cochise, cause I got a rocket

I hit up my plug, ain't talking no socket

This girl want me, but I do not want it

Good gas got me high like a comet

I dont care what you say, Imma blow up anyway, I really dont respond to comments

Yeah I really dont care what you say as long as I'm the one thats making the profit

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(Woah woah) (Yeah)

(Woah woah) (yeah)

(Woah woah) (yeah)

(Woah woah woah) (yeah)

(Woah) (Hey)

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