My Twin lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
We got monkey nuts on Glocks and big AR-15s
Catch a n*gga slippin', empty the whole magazine
She gon' eat the di*k jus' like a f*ckin' Kid Cuisine
And my n*gga pull up, long clip like limousine
She gon' squeeze the di*k like a Capri Sun
And we booted up, talkin' 'bout all the way to 3 some'
I'm wit' Paper Lovee, yes, again
She gon' f*ck on Melly and she gotta f*ck my team

[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
Catch a n*gga slippin' through the back room
Free my n*gga D, he caught a elbow
Matter fact I think he caught a M though
We ain't really f*ckin' wit' all them though
Lot of these lil' n*ggas be pretending
Catch a n*gga slipping, yeah, we bending
We like to spin [?], you know we getting it
You know we sendin' hits, you know we wit' the sh*ts
Hope that boy ain't talkin' slick, hope that boy ain't talkin' slick
Or we gonna murder that jit, yeah we gonna murder that jit
Hope that boy ain't talkin' slick, hope that boy ain't talkin' slick
Or we gonna murder that jit
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
We got monkey nuts on Glocks and big AR-15s
Catch a n*gga slippin', empty the whole magazine
She gon' eat the di*k jus' like a f*ckin' Kid Cuisine
And my n*gga pull up, long clip like limousine
She gon' squeeze the di*k like a Capri Sun
And we booted up, talm 'bout all the way to 3 some'
I'm wit' Paper Lovee, yes, again
She gon' f*ck on Melly and she gotta f*ck my team

[Verse 2: Paper Lovee]
Pistol in my pocket, I ain't slippin', I'm gon' pop a n*gga
Try it, he gon' catch every side
Been broke, it's not a option, n*gga, f*ck a water faucet
Look at my left wrist, this b*tch on me, yeah
[?] the pallet, get booked out in Dallas
Smoke Wedding Cake every time I'm off in Cali'
And I rock the double G, you like the Louis V
[?]
b*tches don't know what to do
Should've stayed [?]
Melly walked in, whole 50 rounds in a [?]
If a n*gga talkin', buss it, n*gga, I'ma press a button in the coupe
Chop a n*gga ass down like a roof
Thought a n*gga ass was tough, but we findin' the truth
Got a baby .380 right now, double leg got a .9
Gonna hold inside of the booth
[?]
Got a Glock wit' a laser and a di*k on it too
[?]
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
We got monkey nuts on Glocks and big AR-15s
Catch a n*gga slippin', empty the whole magazine
She gon' eat the di*k jus' like a f*ckin' Kid Cuisine
And my n*gga pull up, long clip like limousine
She gon' squeeze the di*k like a Capri Sun
And we booted up, talm 'bout all the way to 3 some'
I'm wit' Paper Lovee, yes, again
She gon' f*ck on Melly and she gotta f*ck my team