| You gotta let me know what’s up with you 'fore I hit your friend
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| Top floor shit, yeah, penthouse shit, yeah, that’s just what we in
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| Hop right out of that Beamer, broski hop right out of that Benz
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| None of these bitches know my name, yeah, they just call me Twin
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| Uzis, 'cause they groupies
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| And I don’t even want no friends
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| They ruthless, and they clueless
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| I’m just focused on them M’s
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| And good music, gettin' to it
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| Niggas always say they gon' spin
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| And don’t do it, they so goofy
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| Wanna know what I be in
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| I’m just coolin' with my Ksubi
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| Already know what I’m in
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| White tee, in my Ksubis
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| All the bullshit make me grin
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| It’s just funny, you so stupid
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| New G-L-O-C-K's in
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| Can’t wait to go use it
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| I don’t really think you’re my speed, but fuck it, that’s your problem
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| Nigga still pourin' up that green, and don’t know why he nauseous
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| D-R-A-C-O on me, so you better be cautious
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| And I been gettin' to that cheese, straight blue, it’s no cottage
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| Got a whole honey bun on me off streams, not college
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| Goddamn, I’m poppin', ha
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| I just took lil' cous' to the mall, how much we finna spend?
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| You say you miss me and I say I miss you, but really it just depends, oh
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| You gotta let me know what’s up with you 'fore I hit your friend
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| Top floor shit, yeah, penthouse shit, yeah, that’s just what we in
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| Hop right out of that Beamer, broski hop right out of that Benz
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| None of these bitches know my name, yeah, they just call me Twin
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| Uzis, 'cause they groupies
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| And I don’t even want no friends
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| They ruthless, and they clueless
|
| I’m just focused on them M’s
|
| And good music, gettin' to it
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| Niggas always say they gon' spin
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| And don’t do it, they so goofy
|
| Wanna know what I be in
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| I’m just coolin' with my Ksubi
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| Already know what I’m in
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| White tee, in my Ksubis
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| All the bullshit make me grin
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| It’s just funny, you so stupid
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| Bought a stick to protect myself
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| At all costs, I’m a boss
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| That stick gon' wish him well
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| Now he gone, and he lost
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| And they tried to bring him back
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| They gon' fail, so why try?
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| Goddamn, goodbye
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| 'Kay, bool, it’s cool
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| If you think that you gon' rob me, nigga
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| Up my tool, yeah
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| Oh shit, I’m on they ass
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| And I’m high off this gas, ha
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| Put your shit in the trash, twin
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| 'Cause you know that shit ass, yeah
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| 41 hit with no flash
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| Sittin' first class, countin' these racks, yeah
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| These niggas be so out sad
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| With no money tryna live too fast
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| Yeah, I’m tryna hit you, you bad
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| But your friend got a lil' bit of— (Uh-huh)
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| So you gotta let me (Know)
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| You gotta let me know what’s up with you 'fore I hit your friend
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| Top floor shit, yeah, penthouse shit, yeah, that’s just what we in
|
| Hop right out of that Beamer, broski hop right out of that Benz
|
| None of these bitches know my name, yeah, they just call me Twin
|
| Uzis, 'cause they groupies
|
| And I don’t even want no friends
|
| They ruthless, and they clueless
|
| I’m just focused on them M’s
|
| And good music, gettin' to it
|
| Niggas always say they gon' spin
|
| And don’t do it, they so goofy
|
| Wanna know what I be in
|
| I’m just coolin' with my Ksubi
|
| Already know what I’m in
|
| White tee, in my Ksubis
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| All the bullshit make me grin
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| It’s just funny, you so stupid |