Twindrive (feat. Fo Guala, BBG Steppaa, Dusav)

Yeah, uh

(MC, make another hit)

Baow, baow, baow

Like, like, yea

(Project-Project X)

Yeah, ayy

Bitch, I'm high as hell, gettin' big bussin'

It's a dead **** in this blunt

Lil bro keep wolfin' on the Instagram, he a dead **** tryna front

This lil' strag bitch keep tryna fuck

Told her, "Eat it up like lunch"

Smokin' gas, bitch, I'm high as hell, this dead **** really punch

Walk outside, gotta keep a gun

**** wanna see me done

I can't sit around and be a bum

Bitch, I gotta get the funds

Told mom dukes I'ma make it out the trenches, swear to God I'ma be the one

Bitch I'm coolin' I ain't tryna cook a ****

Don't you play or you gon' be the one (Like, like)

Why these lil **** think they could top me

Keep a stick I ain't boxin' no Ali

He was six foot ran up now he 5'3"

Dissin' on bro hell yeah he can fly three

Lil' bro you's a blood, you is not G

I hit a mill in my city fuck top three

Lil' bro you's a blood, you is not G

I hit a mill in my city fuck top three

He was a Grape, but he was hangin' with Bloods

That shit don't add up, I'm fed up

Opp **** catch these slugs

Tryna bury his ass in the mud

He die Grape, don't make me shoot your face

Better watch what you say about Wattz

I wanna play, I wanna shop on the 8

Tryna swing through the H, get flushed

Big ass gun, thought it was a dick

Hell nah, this a big ass stick

Catch me a Munn, smoke 'em in a spliff

That's a X5 dumpin', so I took that whip

Shit got towed, so we took it again

Catch an opp, kill him and his friend

He went live, so went spent that bend

You tried to box, get hit in your chin

Smash got a Range, shit sound like a monster

Bop got a R8, tryna tap bumper

This nine tryna knock off a pumpkin

Shooting my gun, these hot shits coming

Broke her back, had that lil' bitch runnin'

Won't go if I can't get my gun in

Hollows have a lil' **** stumblin'

I cash out, get a Glock with a drum in it

Off the yercs, I be on bad timing, like

I be on crash timing

Spin the block, you gon' hear mad sirens, like

These **** on cap timin'

On my hood **** be dick riders, like

These **** be switch siders

It's three different types of street ****

Got the road, the cap, and the get bodies, like

Not one of them real, uh

Keep it on me, I be totin' that steel

High as hell off a pill

If I ain't interview then I'm up in the Pill

Gotta put on the Fair

I done lost my lil' cuz I think I can't heal

But he with me still, speak on his name and watch somebody get killed

How he tryna wolf, but when he seen me he runnin'

On the set that lil **** a mutt

I'm so grimy, I'm feelin' this song

That's one thing the opps hate about us

How he tryna beef, but he get on a bus

He don't think we'll light it up

Bro in the back, waiting in the cut

He paying close attention to the front

He a dummy, we got one

Bro in the back like I spot one

He up and he dumpin', give a hot one

Hit his top and he drop, he cannot run

He up on the drop, this my stop sign

Hop off, it's a new opp in my blunt

He runnin', but he hear the cops fuck

He tryna dip, tryna go hit a cut

I'm on the B, tryna flip me a pack

BG in the back, totin' on a strap

I'm tryna slide with a Glock or a Mac

If a opp **** run, he get hit in his back

Five-one, knock off his top

Five-two, two bodies drop

I'm sippin' dirty, green, or some wock

My opps cap they not on they block

I know a opp that got hit in his top for real

Tryna spin through the R for real

Smoke weed don't do no pills

Drizz he a demon he be itching to kill

**** be bitches they not in that field

Everywhere I go I keep a steel

Pop me a bat, one up in them hills

I'm in the trenches till I get a deal

Twindrive