EVIL TWINS (feat. Oy Quan)

Move look, grrah Move, grrah-grrah-grrah Suck my dick, nigga, everything dead, nigga (War's too nasty) Never got shot in my head, nigga Y'all know what's goin' on Grrah grrah, look, look And I never got shot in my head 'Cause y'all missed (Y'all missed) Smokin' dead niggas out the zip You a bitch (On bro) And I walk wit' a limp (On bro) Ayy yo, Aye, pass me the Rip (Ayy yo, look) And I fuck wit' some crips (Zay O, Zay) Straight out the mitch, grrah, grrah And you better not trip Yell out the Flockas, yeah, you gettin' hit (On bro) Ayy yo, Dougie We know you a bitch, look (Grrah-grrah) You got shot in your shit, look When I up better move Totin' on Kelly, this shit got a kick, move, look I know where you at, where you live (Look) You better not trip (Grrah-grrah), grrah-grrah Oh shit Evеrything dead, suck my dick, every Flocka shot Niggas know what's goin' on Oh shit, oh shit Thеy be like, "Quan, you always on hots" (On hots) Like, Dae Dae got knocked out his socks Y'all talk on the gang But let's speak on the facts (On the facts) Like, Lotti got stabbed in his back That bitch a thot and I hit from the back (From the back) And you know we don't fuck wit' no Jects (Fuck Jects) Yo, Quan, I said, "Move tact" Don't try to run, put the beam on his back I'ma flock and this shit not a cap Like, what the fuck? Bitch is a thot, she keep shakin' her ass MoveLook, I move tact The knock in my hand, this shit not gon' jam Oh, she a thot? I'm bringin' the move (Grrah-grrah) So tell me, what you wanna do? (Smokin' all deads) War's too nasty Ayy yo, TMac, I know you was sick (You was sick) Ayy yo, Benzo, you restin' in piss (Benzo) MoveLook, don't trip That's my brother, I'm takin' that risk (That risk) And I never got shot in my head 'Cause y'all missed (On bro) Smokin' dead niggas out the zip You a bitch (Move, look) And I walk wit' a limp (On bro) Ayy yo, Aye, pass me the rip, look (Ayy yo, look) And I fuck wit' some crips (Zay O, Zay) Straight out the mitch, grrah, grrah And you better not trip Yell out the Flockas, yeah, you gettin' hit And I never got shot in my head 'Cause y'all missed (On bro) Smokin' dead niggas out the zip You a bitch (Move, look) And I walk wit' a limp (On bro) Ayy yo, Aye, pass me the rip, look (Ayy yo, look) And I fuck wit' some crips (Zay O, Zay) Straight out the mitch, grrah, grrah And you better not trip Yell out the Flockas, yeah, you gettin' hit