Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Twact , by - Ab-Soul. Release date: 13.07.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Twact |
| Jinx what up my nigga? |
| Soulo |
| I get turnt, I get rowdy |
| Backwood full of some of the loudest! |
| I’m fucked up! |
| I get wasted |
| That’s a hundred dollar cup I just wasted! |
| I’m Twact! |
| (I get high, she get low) |
| Motherfucker I’m Twact! |
| (I get high, she get low) |
| Motherfucker! |
| Uh, Twact out till I pass out |
| If you ain’t fucking with the team then you assed outFlow dope like a crack |
| house, bitches pill poppin' |
| House poppin' like a Frat House |
| Keep 16s like a verse nigga |
| Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga |
| I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties |
| I get the dough and bring it home, to the family |
| See I ain’t fucking with you man if you ain’t paying me |
| I’m from the village baby, I’m just tryna win a Grammy |
| Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back |
| Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks |
| You see the look in my eyes so you know I’m strapped |
| A real Compton resident, yeah you know I’m that |
| I pulled up to the function with the pack |
| Turnt in this bitch to the max! |
| My nigga I’m twact (I get high) |
| Turkey bag full of that gas |
| Nigga I’m twact (she get low) |
| Styrofoam cups, no glass |
| Nigga I’m twact (get high) |
| Got them bars on me, no rap |
| Nigga I’m twact (she get low) |
| I don’t even know where I’m at |
| Nigga I’m Twact! |
| I just got home boy I’m glad I made it |
| The Codeine got me activated |
| New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it |
| Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion |
| I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like |
| a javelin |
| H Town slang I done poured up a Matt Schaub |
| Drugs got me like woah I’mma twact raw |
| And now on a mission just to get some cheeks |
| If she don’t answer when I call, Imma hit delete |
| I don’t love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks |
| Cause they know if I fall it’s gone be asleep |
| And I’m back on the road sipping mud again |
| Tryna stay inside the lines like I’m coloring |
| The cops say «I seen you swerving, tell me why.» |
| I told em I ain’t even gon' lie… |
| Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho |
| This ain’t Arabian night but let me see your camel toe |
| I might even set up my camera too |
| Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics |
| Them other niggas talking shit but they don’t know shit |
| No, they ain’t on and ain’t on shit |
| Yeah they on that, I’m on this… |
| And I don’t need no necklace cause I be off the chain |
| And all they say is yes when everybody know your name |
| Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don’t use for planes |
| Unless it’s a metaphor for how high I’m remaining |
| Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I |
| shouldn’t be naming |
| Eh, Long Hair Don’t Care, how come I’m the most faded in here? |
| BMB, TDE |
| Ladi-dadi we likes to party |
| We might cause trouble, we might body somebody |
| Ah! |
| Ah! |
| Ah! |
| Ah! |
| Ah! |
| Ladi-dadi we likes to party |
| We might cause trouble, we might body somebody |
| Ah! |
| Ah! |