Twistin (feat. Denzel Curry)

L.A.P.D. Police Station

Yes, I'd like to report ah, a murder, a dead body, or something

Where at?

In the alley

Damn, man

Yeah

Curry

Shouts out to Ugly Mane

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

KLVN 1999, Raven Miyagi

I stay on my grind, ever since they took Chyne

I break out that .9, aim it and cock it

Don't fuck **** drop it, I shoot it, they pop it

I lay down the line just like a pipe

Like a blunt gettin' sliced at the end of a scythe

Grim to the reaper, I'm 'bout to get deeper

Blackland, Carol City my shit day and night

Bitch, fuck a man on the moon

I'm Captain Planet, I'm plantin' the shrooms

Evacuate the fuckin' premises lyricists

Evidence runnin' with Raider Klan goons, all black, Ugly Mane

Just like from Memphis, I'm makin' a stang

Hoes talk that shit, and they always run game

But when **** beckon, they screamin' yo name

Fuck them stupid hos, really that's the way it goes

I bought Triple Six and Outkast's Greatest Hits

So **** can't touch me, a friend or a foe

And Slikk, I fucked up yo' shit, young ****, yo' ass gone lame

I'm the best outta Carol City, ever since Gunplay

Denzel Curry, ho

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds (yeah)

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Listen, young man, I can pop you with one hand

Rob you with the other, Ugly Mane, I go dumb ham

I'm a one man unaffiliated private institution

Don't confuse it, me and Raider Klan is tight as nooses

All black Zeus-in', it gets gruseome if you slippin'

Leave you imprisoned inside a chalk line around your final position

Got this forty that I'm sippin', 'cause it's boring with no competition

I'm slidin' through the hood on these Ds that I'm twistin'

This is for the playas, this is for the runners

This is for them hustlers smokin' herb in abundance

Flippin' nothin less than onions, pullin' guns as big as Paul Bunyon

We keep it more than underground, we in the dungeon

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds

Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner