Twisted Heat (feat. Twista & Drag-On)

Bounce that ass, load them cribs

Let me see the mobbin' **** that, uhh, talk shit

While these motherfuckers be scummy

And they go for the money

Ready to ride when they holdin' a lick

Thugs with the Chevys, thugs with the trucks

The real gun runner never run when run when he busts

Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts

Hoes with ass and no gut

Let me see you jiggle it from side to side

**** if it's static, then pass me the strap

Gonna ride till my ride

All the hoes that'll freak ****, with the Fetty

Let's get buck up in the club

And all my solders, fall out

Gangstas, mob up

All my homies on the block

Ante up on the fin, and let's go get a sack

Serve till we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack

Till a **** bust, then we bust 'em back

Guys that'll roll them dice and win

Girls, with the fists that show the skin

Real **** mind your best friend with the pen

Rea hoes let your best friend know about men

'Cause I be squeezin' ass

I make a fool blast

Or disappear like a genie

Move to the lox and the beanie

While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weeine

It's like no **** in the world could see me

When I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On

Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes

If you want herb, we got bombs

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugs

For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood

What do a **** say when he say Drag-On and Twista

Wanna kill me

Gangsta, let's ride, hustla, feel me

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugs

For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood

What do a **** say when he say Drag-On and Twista

Wanna kill me

Gangsta, let's ride, hustla, feel me

By now everybody should know, that the kid spit tight

And this kid spit fire light

Like the bitch I done fucked like last night

I don't give a fuck about a two and a half mic

'Cause only the motherfuckin' magazine that I read

Is when I buy my guns from it

How many bullets can you digest in that one stomach

I suggest y'all run from it

And the click click from the calico, gotta go

Make it pimp with a lot of hoes

I'm the same motherfucker that's countin' that dough

Cookin' that coke to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every color top that crackhead cop

I don't care if I gotta cop me a cop

As long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough Glocks

Drag open up boots by watchin' co-ops in convo at condos

Keep the heat up in Jeeps, just in case y'all creep up on me

I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me

And the only one leavin' is me

And the only one bleeding is you tryin' to breeze with me

All about this E N Y C, and the NYC with the white T

All I really do is argue

Double F, R Y, D E, D R A G to the dash O N

Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave ya, **** soakin'

With your insides open

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugs

For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood

What do a **** say when he say Drag-On and Twista

Wanna kill me

Gangsta, let's ride, hustla, feel me

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugs

For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood

What do a **** say when he say Drag-On and Twista

Wanna kill me

Gangsta, let's ride, hustla, feel me

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugs

The ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood

What do a **** say when he say Drag-On and Twista

Wanna kill me

Gangstas, let's ride

Hustlers, feel me

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical

Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible

When I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you

If your mama cry, there's nothin' I could do

Should not've fucked with Mr. Illogical

When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it don't you break it

Your booty too sacred, can't take it, want to see you naked

I done drunk a boo motherfucker, so you know I'm lit up

Everybody get up, spin with a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up

Just pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista

Let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya

I love the Dirty South, that's why I got a dirty mouth

That'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out

Especially when I tell her turn around

I don' heard her now

Shit'll come back, and I think it's time to get murdered now

I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like me shit

You gon' make me pull a all nighter

Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter

Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and Twista

Get on 'em