Twisted lyrics

[Hook]
Don't let 'em live dog
Don't let 'em please talk your sh*t
Go for that b*tch dog
Don't let 'em feast on your jig
You don't know what you in for
You got the info all twisted

[Verse 1: Zingah]
Smoking on endo all season
Let's get to the set
I'mma need at least four more b*tches
Phorie on deck
Kly on the beat small-bossing
f*ck up a cheque
Head up a strip club go spend it
Hop on a jet, gone for a week long, four cities
Please pour more liquor
The Lord Of The Jig knows no limits
I kill sons for a living
And I got the cheat codes for a win
I don't believe all your lyrics
'Cause you n*ggas still got no image
I can hit Maphorisa to send her the Dip Low 4 remix
Now that's a plug
Yeah that's a plug
I'm on the couches when I'm up in the club
f*ckin it up, yeah, f*ckin it up
They know that something is up when I come in with bucks
Man you n*ggas can't f*ck with the boss
Let alone f*ck with the bars
[Hook]
Don't let 'em live dog
Don't let 'em please talk your sh*t
Go for that b*tch dog
Don't let 'em feast on your jig
You don't know what you in for
You got the info all twisted

[Verse 2: Saudi]
(Zingah explaining why Saudi isn't on the song)