no kizzy - ftos twan lyrics
[intro]
(thank you, gc)
[verse]
i stay up in the studio, i turn it up
b*tch, i burn it up (jxckk just want a drink)
they said twan took a break, that done turned me up
ain’t tryna hit no rat hoes, they might burn me up (yeah, you turnt, pj)
you talk too much, b*tch, you need to shut the f*ck up
boy, i wouldn’t dare cuff that b*tch if she ain’t stuck up
you need to get your life together, you a f*ck up
he started shootin’ from a block away, he a dumb f*ck
b*tch, i’m finna turn up
when i hit that dance, you gotta know i’m finna turn up
i got it in my hands, you try me, you gon’ get burned up
they put this sh*t up in my hands, you know i’m finna— yeah
chopper in my hand while i’m creepin’, i ain’t playin’
it’s four k’s in the whip, f*ck the klu klux klan
they see me hop out and shoot, they like, “who? what? d*mn”
f*ck a ram truck, b*tch, i’m slidin’ in a minivan
that ain’t no scat pack, boy, you the f*ckin’ hemi man
glock on me, b*tch, i got this b*tch just for any man
i’m a certified tweaker, n*gga, do you think i’m playin’?
play this sh*t up in thе speakers, can you hear this sh*t i’m sayin’?
runnin’ through thе bag, rubber band after rubber band, b*tch
i’m takin’ off, get up out my way, i’m ’bout the man, b*tch
my lil’ n*gga get it gone, he put it in his hands, b*tch
today i feel like smokin’ out a ‘bow, n*gga, f*ck a zip
this b*tch head crazy, i love the way this b*tch suckin’ it
i’m beatin’ her down from the side, she like the way i’m f*ckin’ it
i’m finna bust, b*tch, i’m still goin’, i’m like, “f*ck this sh*t”
she like, “twan, you actin’ crazy,” but i love this sh*t
rap, b*tch, i love the sh*t, trap, b*tch, i love this sh*t
n*gga, i can get a n*gga whacked, b*tch, i love this sh*t
i love spinnin’ blocks in all black, f*ck clubbin’, b*tch
i’m in a different mood, b*tch, i’m tryna f*ck, f*ck lovin’, b*tch
i can do this sh*t with my eyes closed, it’s easy
i really ain’t a ghetto boy, somebody call peezy
i get the bag gone in three days, that sh*t easy
my lil’ brother f*cked up, he’ll pop you for no reason
he do somethin’, i asked him what’s the reason?
he said that n*gga teasin’
now i gotta understand it, why he bleedin’?
focus on the big picture, b*tch, you better see it
be f*ckin’ on his big sister, i know he hate to see it
ridin’ through the city, b*tch, i got a glizzy
i don’t talk, i catch a n*gga out, i get busy
man, these n*ggas can’t f*ck with me, no kizzy
hit his ass all over the head and made him dizzy
you would never know, b*tch, i might just pop up in your city
i’m young and wild, b*tch, i’ll get it poppin’ in your city
i’m finna go and burn a n*gga, you see me pop up with a smithy
that n*gga hidin’ with his bl!ck, man, he ain’t ridin’ through the city
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