TWOTEN (feat. Mozzy & D Smoke)

Aye, okay, look

This the remix, on some sweet shit

New whip, different color, then I threw some Ds, bitch

My new baby appetite, I feed her dick and cheese, Swiss

My new baby full of plight and her looks deceivin'

I'm a six-speed **** till I R.I.P.

Same city, why you bullshittin' 'bout Suga Free?

Y'all forgettin' about the town, and I'ma fuck up the coast

I drove Camino to the 'Wood, then I pass it to Smoke

Super good, dreadlocks with a padlock on these streets

Flow go crack rock, hold my sack while she go laptop these knees

Polo, NASCAR, can't go fast, and all this gridlock, ODB

Dirty bastard, flirt in traffic, they gon' hear same song as me

Bass go boom, them 808s let loose, and they gon' hate on D

Smoke, the loco, more than neat though, from the streets of

I-N-G-L-E-W-double O-D, the puzzle's golden piece

Cornered off, they Microsoft the Mac

Then trapped him, no retreat, no retreat

Do-si-do, hoe, dodge that bull, no sweat like Keith

Nod your head on beat till you break neck

And sweat drop to your feet

It's a TED Talk any time I let off, bet I'm Kool Moe Dee

Better yet, I'm Umo, you know few, but bet they can't do it like me

Diamonds cut thin on my bitch skin

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

210, PCH, big-body Benz

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

Liberace bloody, paint that coupe red

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

Liberace bloody, paint that pussy red, aye

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

Diamonds cut thin on my bitch skin

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

210, PCH, big-body Benz

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

Liberace bloody, paint that coupe red

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

Liberace bloody, paint that pussy red, aye

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

I got the chopstick on me right now

I'm talkin' right, right now

Have shawty pipe down for a ****

Hop out of this low and bite down

Them **** tucked off at they mama house

Till the funk die down

We got like four guns in this one car

That's how the woes ride round

I can't be tied down to no bitch

I'm really 'bout guala

Don't let me find out you a bitch

Like, we gotta holla

I got a phone call from the pen'

Like, "Send me a dollar"

He took a field trip, but he missed

We'll get him tomorrow

Yeah, landlord of the gang land, bodycount on my waistband

Amiri jeans with the Space Jams, fully switch on that spray can

Big body when I yank in, boosie bitch from the brain, ten

I ain't even gotta do nothing, ****, I ain't even gotta save them

Diamonds cut thin on my bitch skin

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

210, PCH, big-body Benz

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

Liberace bloody, paint that coupe red

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

Liberace bloody, paint that pussy red, aye

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

Diamonds cut thin on my bitch skin

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

210, PCH, big-body Benz

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

Liberace bloody, paint that coupe red

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)

Liberace bloody, paint that pussy red, aye

(.45, all that bass inside, bitch, I'm multiplied)