Lyrics Don't Get It Twist - Specifics

Don't Get It Twist

In and out of sticky situations like a jimmy son
I picked up some chemistry and extra curriculars
Molargrit chippin stress picking up mixtures on a frozen
Plate, viscous
The smell of good cooking
Hell, good looking to the fixtures, and keep their
Heads ringing, still thinking to ourselves, looking wigger
Overtop of loud top forty, i can do better
Too hot, but the Jersey is not going anywhere soon
Guns, mercy
Some of us are in our early twenties or a bit further down
Now, murder me
Towny she curvy and her skin tawny, doggy its a shame
This scene is so gigi let’s bomb
The rap scene is the wackest scene
Jammy rolled the joint wrong
Ha, im just joking
Cause my man be on point yall
As soon as i’m vertical take some of the purple
My genuine article shirt is at the laundry mat doing circles
Waving out the windows to the public, and kiss a a baby
And show love to the neighborhood naively
Rappers wake up, walk by me, and make coffee
Blaze
Let’s see what can happen on a wednesday
Hit the two-four-h at like four, late
George put me on to lime green tea there, heavyweight meals
Pair of cote d’or pistachio filled, two for one twenty nine
Ill, on debit, never with the cash i keep
Still that’s for the trees and the delivery fee cat
Pass by me
Ziploc fuckin bags for weed, skills days
No name fudgicle milkshakes, smoke breaks
And ziploc fuckin bags for weed
The gangs made of couplings who speak van slang and
Bake muffins
Crib talk, no saving spots on the sofa when you go to piss
Blot at wine blemished upholstery
The ladies look awesome
Money burn a spilff and cook groceries, check out all this shit
We domestic
Instrumentals on repeat, harsh sweet tells
Ziploc fuckin bags for weed
Guns money and drugs is no fun, basically just human gangsters
With the phone out
I quit for ten minutes in mazanilla when me and dad were doing mad shots of
tequila with sun, honeys and bugs
Sweat a coma out easy
I can rap hard or i beat you at cards