Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Nanni
Rich Nanni
Rap
Baby Kia
Baby Kia
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zhanei Alisia Strozier
Zhanei Alisia Strozier
Songwriter
Khari Jahmill Hoard
Khari Jahmill Hoard
Songwriter
WILLIAM LAMAR KIRKLAND
WILLIAM LAMAR KIRKLAND
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Highxlass
Highxlass
Producer
rott !
rott !
Co-Producer
Deedotwill
Deedotwill
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Twin, twin, twin, twin, twin, twin, twin, twin
Might share the same ****, might wear the same clothes
Don't call me twin, I'on know you hoes
Twin, twin, twin, twin
Every Monday, it's a new lane
New fake shit every day
Yesterday, bust down today, plain Jane
You a fan now, remember you was hating
YSL down, while them people actin' snake
Got a bitch mad cause I missed her birthday
All of this ass, I came with the cake
He want me to save him, but I don't wear no cape
Bitch, just vibe, huh
You want me to trust you, well, that's gon' take some time
Atlanta, bitch, call you twin, you still not my kind
Watch my dog turn into a snake
And I damn near lost my mind
He keep asking me how I'm doing
How I look, ****, fine
My life great, ain't stressed about nothing
Every day, I wake up, get money, have fun
You talkin bout shit on, hoe, you dressed like a bum
Wish is was two of me, cause bitch I'm the one
Put a belt to her ass, just like I'm her mom
Rich Nanni having more paper than your daddy
I'm going to the bank, ****, going out sadly
Twin, twin, twin, twin, twin, twin, twin, twin, twin
Might share the same ****, might wear the same clothes
Don't call me twin, I'on know you hoes
Twin, twin, twin, twin
BK, **** keep calling me twin
Why the fuck is he saying that word
He do not got rights
We did not take out no trash together
He was not my friend, we did not share a bike
Okay, all right
Pulled up, jumped out got rights
Slit through, made him cut out a light
I ain't dunk in the rain, but flex in the pipe
Pull up, jump out where you lay
You can run all you won't, you can't hide from the drake
You know somebody dying
If you see me smiling, guess death with a smirk on my face
God, ****, I like to kill, ****
That shit make me happy, ****
Ayy, that twin shit getting out of hand
Other day, ****, call me twin, we wasn't even the same race
Twin, twin, twin, twin, twin, twin, twin, twin
Might share the same ****, might wear the same clothes
Don't call me twin, I'on know you hoes
Twin, twin, twin, twin
Twin, twin, twin, twin
Don't call me twin, I don't know you, hoes
Twin, twin, twin, twin
Written by: Khari Jahmill Hoard, WILLIAM LAMAR KIRKLAND, Zhanei Alisia Strozier
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