Evil Twins (feat. TG Crippy)

Like, what? Ahh Every opp shot Like, what? Grrah, grrah What the fuck Every opp shot DOA Ah What the fuck, now it's lit Driving the stoley, spinnin' through they strip Ayo, Sha Gz, suck my dick If I see ya' mother, I'm clippin' that bitch If I see ya' sister, I'm kickin' that bitch They like, "Kenzo be back on that shit" Spot me a G, you know I gotta blitz We gon' get him took up off the list, like And I swear they not ready fo' war If we get the addy, we kickin' the door Put a nigga mother on the floor Lotti and Molie, we don't do the war Ten shots to his body, now that nigga soft We ain't stoppin' 'til that nigga fall Spin through the eight, tryna up on 'em all We gon' show these niggas how to ball, like If they dead, every G gettin' shot We gon' spin and TG tryna light up the block Every opp gettin' shot Fuck who you wit', bitch, I'm lettin' it flock I'ma click, it's no telling me, "Stop" I'ma up 'til I'm done 'til a Jet nigga drop Everyone shot, I ain't lettin' you rock So niggas better invest in a chop, like You lost Lotti, watched him die Ayo, Sha, why you be runnin' and shit? They thought you was buggin' and shit Buggin' on what? Name a thing that you did Spin the Gates and I'm aimin' for wigs Some niggas ain't hazard, them niggas is kids How I be lookin' dirty in my flick? None of y'all niggas don't got no drip, like Ayo, Nesty, where your bestie? Yus got hit up again, shit heavy Why the fuck these niggas tryna test me? I'ma start buggin', boomin' with the XD Off the twenty, smokin' on some Mexxy Rah-Rah got hit, the seat was lookin' messy In the four and I'm totin' on becky Spot me an opp in this shit gettin' deadly Like, what? I'ma spin through the Have', no, I ain't tryna box I ain't tryna argue wit' the opps I'm tryna leave a nigga on his block, like When I up, better duck from the knocks He was too laced so that nigga got shot Catch EK, send him wit' his pops Everything K, they can't come to my block 5th to the Sev, EBK When I up, better get out the way DOA be the gang Lil' dumb nigga got shot in his face When I up, better pick up the pace Adrenaline rushin' when I'm on the eight Fuck the Gates, they ain't safe Back out the chop, let it spray, like Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom Every opp shot Ahh, ahh (ahh, ahh) (gang, gang, gang!) Like, what? Like, big doa (what the fuck?!) Fuck Rah, nigga dead When I walk up 'round, I keep one in the head They dissin', but never got back for they dead And Say Drilly the dirtiest Jet On the set, can't forget a LV got shot in his neck Buggin' and boomin', we been causin' rec' And if I catch a Vato, leave him on his neck, like (Nigga, OY-K) Lotta niggas got shot on they block And they never did shit to the opps So all of y'all niggas took shit on the hop If y'all talkin' on bro then we bendin' y'all block We is not the niggas ya' can play with Catch a opp, I leave him on the pavement Flockin' at niggas every situation Ballin' for JB, I know that I'm sanctioned He got shot tryna talk up on C-Hii This real life, no, you can't rewind We do a drill, no one gettin' left behind Dead off the wock, I just poured me like three limes Niggas know how I rock in this bitch I told you I keep me a chop in this bitch If you try to run up, then I'm flockin' this shit I be happy to take me a opp off the list Keep a knock everywhere that I go Bando, you pussy, ya' sister a hoe How you lettin' her fuck on your bro? If that was me, Tdot would've been on the floor Dead, that nigga would've been shot Catch Move Look, his body gon' drop Everything dead, nigga, everything shot If he's yellin', "What's gunnin'" I'm lettin' it flock Fuck that, Rah got me laced Lotti got poked then he fell on his face What the fuck is a 8th to the Gate? If ya' link wit' the 4's, man, this shit isn't safe Fuck that, everything dead, lil' nigga You jackin' them niggas, you dead wit' them niggas You can't even get back wit' them niggas Never lack, keep one in the head, lil' nigga Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom Every opp shot, ahh Ahh, like, what? Like, big DOA Grrah-grrah, boom