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Twizzy Rich
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Olivier Smith
Noah Olivier Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synthetic
Synthetic
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, it's all up to me It's all up to me, ayy Oh, ayy, hey (It's all up to me, it's all up to me) Hey First time touchin' a mil', life never felt so real (real) They tryna be my twizzy, you already know ain't no deal (whole 'lotta cash) You sipping on lil' stretched Wock', bitch, I'm just cracking the seal Gotta pay for a good ass lawyer, we ain't sittin' in no cell I was just out in La Jolla, I was just shipping some bails Diamonds on big boy water, got these bitches straight out the well I've tried replacing the X with the Percs but bitch, you don't know how that feel I just try keeping it real but I'm always gon' keep it a hundred My bitch did a brand new favor, she just be drinking my nut I always gotta dodge all the hate, I gotta dodge the assumptions How you gon' turn to a snitch? Yeah, how you talk shit but you runnin'? I used to be eating noodle-oodles sittin' in the basement with the roaches in it They used to not fuck with the kid, now I'm going up, everybody in my business Said you can't trust me, lil' bitch, I'm a snake, go behind your back and stab it You know it's not shit to go pull out the Wraith, bring it out in automatic I OD on the pills so much, I hired a full-time medic Pull up on my bitch and she eat me like lunch, said I got rid of her headache I could tell real from the fake, we just be having abundance Signing the deal, would you be on my faith? I got my money out of nothing VS1 flawless, all of 'em shine Yeah, told you stop hitting my phone, told you stop wasting my time I got a big ol' bitch, she got a big behind I just been sending them packs, I just been making them fly I can't go back on my word, I already said that it's time All of my twizzies is up, bitch, we been next in line And these Yercs, they got me moody, yeah, y'all federal You don't got no money but you judging, call you Judy (It's all up to me, it's all up to me) Hey First time I talked to the mll', life never felt so real They tryna be my twizzy, you already knowing the deal You sipping on lil' stretched Wock', bitch, I'm just cracking the seal Gotta pay for a good ass lawyer, we ain't sittin' in no cell I was just out in La Jolla, I was just shipping some bails Diamonds on big boy water, got these bitches straight out the well I've tried replacing the X with the Percs but bitch, you don't know how that feel
Writer(s): Noah Olivier Smith, Javier Mercado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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