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Keh-keh, keh, keh, yuh #GetTwistedSundays, we ain't gonna waste no time Look A lotta folk Jockin', this beat rockin' Southwest raised, G Mob still poppin' The blades still choppin', the babes still boppin' The rap game look like the new slave auction Can I get a what? Can I get a who? I flow for the trigger-happy rapping jigaboos And those that be itchin' to clap at the biggest coup Who pack an SMG but don't work at the ticket booth Low-key, Fat fine, but she pose goofy Highkey flow raw, but it's no sushi Boy I'm on, wipe me down, like the old Boosie (yuh) Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes Shoutout sim, he the coldest with the dance moves Try love, try God, and you can't lose But try me, and I'ma show you what these hands do (yeah) Young Jurn hit me up, said she movin' down Used to ride metro, but I'm boomin' now I only rap to keep the ratio coonin' down Don't sleep on me, I got no chill Every beat I'm on roadkill God blessed me with cheese like Ro-tel 'Cause I ride His coat tail Most my partners still make dope sales And they be like, "Oh, well" Rock so much ice, it look like snow fell And they move it wholesale Go tell it on the mountain It's "Nwee-gway" to the people pronouncin' My last name acting like it's a fountain Of consonants when they making the announcement I'm tired of it, stop it I do God's work, I'm philanthropic I keep my beard glistening like a prophet And, hell, if I ain't the plug, then I'm the socket I swear, the whole hood got my back like a chiropractor 'Cause every bar I get it poppin' like a firecracker I'm tryna go from Genesis to the final chapter So whenever the trumpet blow I survive the rapture (Yuh, yuh) You'll catch me hang gliding on clouds Screaming out, "No diggity, no doubt" Elohim next to me lookin' Hennessy brown We both jiggin' Swear I'm married to the game, I elope different Used to dream about the slab, with the fours tippin' Back when Twista and Do or Die had me po' pimpin' Every bar a guava, you can see the flow drippin' (yuh) Don't touch my drip, let it marinate I swear I'm good in every hood like a pair of J's It's the reason every track I'm on, I defecate Prayerline 5:30, just to meditate (Me and Fat got it poppin' on our wedding day) I swear I rap for every Piru and Hoover Tryna maneuver around the barricade at the pearly gates Let us in, every wretch need a rest haven Keep it movin', never worried about the steps taken I give middle fingers to Satan, wrestling with God Demanding every ounce of favor He used to bless Jacob I'm gone Keh, keh, keh, yuh Keh, keh, keh