Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Twin S
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Twin S
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Frsh
Producer
Lyrics
Man know what time it is, it's Twin H the Grim Reaper
N*ggas know on any given day we can catch a duppy
Im ACG to the end I separate the boys from the men
Free Young Dizz
What goes up must come down
But we sent my man up high and he must be lost
Because he ain't been found
C the spin ting spins same way
That the wheels on the bus go round and round
I watched that boy get hit, just like a b*tch that's doing the splits
I watched that pussio drop to the ground
Right or wrong, wrong or right, don't really care mans sliding
As a kid I was good at hide and seek so I know for a fact I'd find him
When they think about riding
They think it's a chore I think it's exciting
He bumped into me and he struggled to speak
You'd of thought that I'm speaking to Biden
What do you mean what do I mean
Ay
I might slide out in electric cars
Because you know that I'm tryna go green
I beat my stick same way that I did it in school with a tambourine
Me and my Twin was born to shoot
I think it's literally stuck in our genes
I'm apart of the mob like Robert de Niro
My life is just like a movie but I'm the villain I ain't no hero
357 it's filled with slugs, I ain't no mug
Ask your gyal she knows I'm a tug
I told my mum that I don't sell drugs
Then kissed her cheek and gave her a hug
Bow Bow skrr U Turn back to the ends
It's mad that I'm shooting at them
But back in school we all used to be friends
Got a daydate 40, LV shades monogram when I look through the Lens
I don't care if I'm old or grey
It's on same way with them I ain't making amends
I got down my man linking his ting
His girls on the phone trying to see where he is
I got that boy tryna run back home
Find his keys
Couldn't get in
Caught that boy tryna light his spliff
*lights spliff*
That boy just ran as soon as he saw my face
He said oh shit that's Twin
I'm sending Bine they know it's live
Man tape that strip that light man slapped him once
Then slapped him twice
Bow Bow!
Bro asked me how does it feel, it's a feeling I can't describe
When they read my charge at court
That jailer asked me how do you sleep at night
I sleep like a baby, 4 cars up on a gang ting
Stay with the dargs like Paul O'Grady
They thought that I'll snitch at court
I just laughed like you must be crazy
In Newham there ain't no laws in summer there's one in the head
It feels like we're living in Haiti AY
Put 1 hand in the air
If you backed your shank and you touched just skin
Put 2 hands in the air
If you slapped your stick and that boy got hit
Told my mum don't come to court what you hear might make you sick
I'm a different kettle of fish if you heard I done it
I done that shit!
Ay, hop out the lambo jump in the Skoda
We're bringing the stars to the wars
I'm aiming at anything * like yoda
Mum don't know that I'm deep in the war
Got 5 in the skin but I slapped off 4
YSL drops neat with Dior
That tooth got trapped in his body
He's swimming in blood something like that scene from jaws
I'll wait for hours I'm in no rush I'll chill in my car
Young Dizz is a serious chef, I think he deserves that Michelin star
I feel like Bob Lee swagger because I've slapped that shit from far
In jail I lift my arm I throw my weight about like Chris Benoit
He needs more than a chiropractor that slug got trapped in his back
He needs more than a physiotherapist that boys got more than a cramp
He needs more than a plastic surgeon now his girl won't kiss him back
He needs more than a psycho therapist
Everyone knows his brains got left on the mac!
What goes up must come down
But we sent my man up high and he must be lost
Because he ain't been found
C the spin ting spins same way
That the wheels on the bus go round and round
I watched that boy get hit, just like a bitch that's doing the splits
I watched that pussio drop to the ground
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