li twan

Fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck Now you wanna text, you type like lil' twin I don't got no fuckin' munyun, I got a Gen You troll me, I'm not entertained, that's the end Come to mini sto', fuck is you sayin'? Told to spin, he talkin' 'bout "It depends" Fine shit peep, how she buzzing me in Call the hotbox, let my cuz and them in Lil' twin mad as-fuck, he got a ugly lil' friend Nigga tapping it now, lil' buddy, we win Nigga think I'm broke down, just the begin Let me hit the zaza, let me see twin I come from the country, we selling pecans I run into some fine shit every weekend "How you get your hair like that?", nigga, these free-forms Hit a lil' za', lil' za' got me reborn Still fuck fine shit, don't even need Trojans Blicked in the Uber, a young nigga armed Late for the meet, I ain't set my alarm Mini sto' trap spot, this shit like a weed farm Fine shit don't want me to skate, she like, "Where you going?" Keep dropping hot shit, I'm already knowin' Nigga tie down lil' twin, we already won My shows gon' being going crazy, my shirt gon' get torn You said you had me a blick, could've sworn 12 keep on gettin' in my way, what they doin'? Man tryna get me munyun, I ain't goin' Everybody got a blunt, everybody blowin' Everybody got a fire, everybody armed I don't even think I'm there, I'm already knowin' Go to my mom house, eat some corn Twenty-one and up, let me come to your dorm I don't even feel like goin' up, I'm just goin' Start a moshpit in the crowd, it's a storm Come to field, nigga, come to the farm I think this the real, when this shit got me real geeked Touchin' on my arm, let the fine shit feel me Pick up the front, where your partner hit a wheelie Roll me some za', finna' drop that Triller You tell them what you do, you not getting realer Visit the store, you see hella young niggas I'm kinda' popular, I'm not tryna post out They ain't even know who I was, but they know now Nigga clout-chasin' my name when he post now I ain't know my clip was halfway, add more rounds Nigga want me to help make plays, need four pounds Sometimes I gotta see his face, I joke around Lil' twin dropped, I'm tapped in with yo' sound Switch up my lo', I be changing the trap around Blickin' around, when you talk, you cap down Nigga ain't even have to ask, I pay him out I fuck with the new Gen5, this a black nine You've should've told me to pop out, I done sat down 12 really be scared for real, don't back down "What kind of hoodie you wearin'?", this the black kind I don't know shit, you know I got a bad mind I ain't go to sleep, I ordered me a hash-brown Hit me some za in that Triller like last time Last pack I done ran through it Nigga went up and lil' twins knew it Fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck