Twin #3 lyrics

[Intro: YNW Melly]
Ayy, hey
I like this sh*t here, hold up
Some Chucky sh*t (Whoo)

[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
Big choppa slice yo' flesh on some Chucky sh*t (Some Chucky sh*t)
Just suck the di*k, extra, uh, yeah, yucky sh*t
Hit your ass, now you look like rubber ducky jit (Quack, quack)
You's a squeaky b*tch (Huh), and you speakin' jit (You tellin')
Speakin' to the f*ckin' police on that other sh*t (Felon)
I am not from the motherf*ckin' gutter, b*tch (Lil' ho)
I'm from the bottom of the sewer, they kill your mother, jit (Like [?])
I'm drippin' sauce, I ain't drippin' no more butter, b*tch (Nah)
Damn, b*tch, huh, b*tch
Young n*gga World, b*tch (Huh)
YJB sh*t (Yeah)
And we really lit (Yeah)
And we tryna get, a lick for thirty bricks (b*tch)
b*tch, that's thirty-six (Okay, ha, ha)

[Interlude: YNW Melly]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hit a b*tch (Yeah, ooh)
Lil' b*tch (YNW sh*t)
Uh, okay, okay, lil' b*tch
You know what I'm talkin' 'boy
I'm 'bout to, uh
[Verse 2: YNW Melly & 9lokkNine]
I know, I know, I know (I know)
If he run up then I got to blow (Got to blow)
Beat that lil' b*tch with the all gold .44 (The .44)
She wanna f*ck but don't wanna f*ck on my bro (My bro)
Stop it 'cause lil' bitty b*tch better stop it
Up the pistol and pop it (Pop it)
n*gga be talkin' that sh*t on they Instagram but they ain't never gon' pop sh*t (They weak)
And my young n*gga be boolin' (Ooh)
We ain't never been on opp sh*t (SuWoop)
And you know a n*gga bangin' G-Shine 'til my f*ckin' body drop, b*tch (Oh sh*t)
What you sayin'? Who you with? (Huh?)
Hit the b*tch, kill 'em (Kill 'em)
Bodybuilder, handyman, keep the tool, drill 'em (Got 'em)
f*ck the b*tch on the floor, matter fact, kill her (Ayy)
Big Burga, big B (Ayy, ayy)
Go ahead, grill 'em (Ayy, ah, ayy, yeah)
Grill 'em (Ayy, ah, ayy, yeah)
Go ahead, grill 'em (Ayy, ah, ayy, yeah)
Woo, woo
Go ahead, grill 'em (Bow, bow, bow, I get 'em, bow, bow, bow)

[Verse 2: 9lokkNine & YNW Melly]
I got 'em, right hand up, I won't testify
Right hand up, on my n*gga I'm gon' ride
Right hand up, and if he move he gon' die
You f*ck with my tent I swear to God you gon' die
You go under, under, call that boy six feet
Slash that, uh huh, your b*tch she on my meat
Bad apple, okay, I bagged him with lil' skete
Flash that, flashback, on me
Bad apple, me and Sak we gon' beat
Baby little boy, you ain't what, you ain't want sh*t
9lokknine, uh, I tote Glocks and I tote sticks
b*tch, uh huh, ay, b*tch, Glock with them di*ks
[Verse 3: YNW Sakchaser]
Choppa lay 'em down, he ain't want no smoke (Choppa)
We gon' lay 'em down, choppa at his throat
He like Wu-Tang, have 'em moon walk
Like hoe b*tch, f*ck on your whole b*tch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, especially
Pop at his noggin', kill 'em, leave 'em chilling
He ain't want no problem, kill 'em, yeah forget it
Brainflash, hit 'em up, yeah, choppa blow 'em down
Don't be a f*cking clown, want no smoke regardless
b*tch I'm slime regardless, n*gga ain't know who talking (Slatt)
Hit yo ass up, hit the fool's mark
They like ooh sh*t, they like do this
Fina do things, we do be eating sushi
Shawty wanna do things, choppa boolin'
Riding doing things, now I'm rocking Gucci
He ain't want no smoke it up, Mr. Knock 'Em Out
Caught 'em blowing talk, yeah, yeah, oh sh*t, yeah, yeah
Name the Glock, bang the opps, bang the Glock
Bang the lick, I don't know
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