Lyrics

(Helluva made this beat, baby) Lil Jay and Twan, Lil Jay and Twan, nigga Jay and Twan, the neighborhood crooks (they on that) Known for laying niggas down Runnin' from the hook (they do that) All Twan gotta do is point, Jay gone leave a nigga Empty stomach, full clip, they tryna eat a nigga (bah) Lil Twan like the leader of the couple If some cheese come in, he the reason it's gon' double (yeah) Jay TTG when it's time to put that work in When he hit targets, ain't no need to bring a nurse in (they dead) It's broad day now they mobbin' the block (they out here) 30 clip, but it's 25 in the Glock (grrah) Thеy sit up in the hood they done robbеd every spot For jits, quarters, they ain't runnin' to no blocks (yeah) Now peep, a Bentley truck turn down they street (who that?) If he pull to that corner store them boys 'bout to eat (we on 'em) He pull up, hammer pokin' out, you can see the heat But they still want his shit, even them Gucci's on his feet (let's get it) Lil Jay say, "It's time to go, let's make it happen" Click-clack, if dawg move, I'ma get to clappin' He come out they run up like "Yeah, nigga, what's brackin'?" (What up?) Gun pointed in his face, the old nigga start laughin' Like,"This what y'all want? Y'all fuckin' with the greatest?" (yeah) Twan like, "We need it all, ain't no talkin', nigga save it" (shut the fuck up) The old nigga stop smilin', reach for his mag (watch out) Lil Jay put the whole 25 in his ass They runnin' through his pockets, took the nigga bucks Took his Rollie off, grabbed keys, jumped in his truck (grab that) They would have got them Gucci's, but them bitches all bloody Ain't no cameras on that store, them lil' niggas got lucky (we outta here) They make it back home, ran in the crib fast (we here) Jay turnt put another nigga on his ass He yellin' through the crib like, "My niggas get cash" (my niggas get cash, nigga) If you move after bro tell you don't, I'm gone blast Splittin' up the cake, Twan gave him $20K They had that before, but it took 20 plays A dub was a lot you can spend that 20 ways Twan stackin', Jay 'bout to blow that in 20 days Some niggas on the truck and it look like they on tip (who that?) Twan fucked up, leaving the Bentley in front of the crib (damn) They walk up to the door, Lil Jay hopped on tip Then he panicked, he ain't got no bullets in his clip (buh) Twan go to the door, he like, "What's poppin', bro?" (What up?) Dude like, "Who in this truck? Lil' homie, you gotta know" (yeah) Twan like, "Nah, thinkin' like players, you got to roll" Them niggas left, but they came back, popped the toast Two hundred shots, niggas green-lighted they crib Jay uncle called, he like, "Niggas know what you did, the nigga you hit name ringin' all through the mid" Twan get a text, "It's two hundred thou' on on yo' wig" (nigga what) Boy, Twan ain't worried 'bout shit (at all) He got a 'K, Lil J, refillin' the clip (a hundred) They got some more cheese when they got ready to whip If niggas want smoke, they gon' send 'em on that trip (let's get it) Then next week, they blowin' everything down (yeah) They beefin' with some Crips who be there on Mound Lil Jay and Twan dropped everything they found Niggas hidin' in the city or they ran out of town Jay like, "I'm broke, I need you to break bread" Twan like, "You ain't hit the funeral? That shit dead" (hell naw) "I gave you half, boy, what you did with yo' spread" (fuck you did?) No reply, Jay popped Twan in his head (bop) Shot from behind, bullet came out his face Pulled out his phone watchin' Twan body shake He hit the Crip niggas on Mound 'bout a play like, "Twan out the way, I need $200K" Off bail Off bail Off bail
Writer(s): Aubrey Graham, Eric Ortiz, Chrisette Payne, Kevin Crowe, Martin Mccurtis, William Roberts, Terry Sanchez Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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