Twin Say lyrics

Verse 1 [Summrs]:

Okay, put the gloves on, n*gga, we going in, don’t drop that rod
My n*gga, Deuce tweaked out on X pills, because he might have to [?]
[?] flocked out, n*ggas our way, unless you want his ass to meet God
We in that fast b*tch, in a fast lane, that b*tch knew it was us, soon as she saw it
My n*ggas sending that drank through the east, [?], that b*tch gon land tomorrow
My n*ggas keepin that self-defense even if you poppin out at the mall
In a Ferrari Spider on the I-10, that b*tch tryna call a f*cking wall
Ain't none of my n*ggas hoes, we stand on all 10 like we tall
She tryna kick sh*t with the big dogs, put her ass on molly, she got lockjaw
n*gga see this b*tch liking my pics on IG, asking did I hit, Im like “Nah”
Just linked with my n*gga [?] he showed me a hundred, told that b*tch we ball
All my X b*tches tell me Im going Hollywood, [?]
Sippin Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, clutching that draco, knock ya ass off
My n*gga Wick clutch sticks like it’s taliban, ‘just walked in with the hoe sawed-off
b*tch keep tryna tell me she love me, lil b*tch you stupid, just take clothes off

Verse 2 [Kankan]:

Yea, like hol on
You know we got dracs inside this b*tch
[?], you can lose yo life inside this b*tch
I got 2 phones, cuz these hoes be on my di*k
Walked in with 2 poles, even though these n*ggas they ain’t on sh*t
Like the group home, hol on, two-tone, aye freeband sh*t, b*tch I feel like Pluto
Hol on RR (moan) taliban
Drac came with a scope, uh heard it hit his mans
Hol on, twin say, that sh*t fire as f*ck, cop that new drac
Hol on, twin say , when you blow that b*tch, make sure you hit his face
Hol on, twin say, [?], and throw that b*tch away
Ridin broad day, ain’t no women, so it ain’t no case
Hol on, twin say, call up PJ, yea we outta state
I’m like “Damn”
How the f*ck I catch a case right outta state
And I caught that b*tch soon as I left LA
Aye had a bond, was out the second day
Outro: Okay, put the gloves on, n*gga, we going in, don’t drop that rod
My n*gga, Deuce tweaked out on X pills, because he might have to [?]
[?] flocked out, n*ggas our way, unless you want his ass to meet God
We in that fast b*tch, in a fast lane, that b*tch knew it was us, soon as she saw it
My n*ggas sending that drank through the east, [?], that b*tch gon land tomorrow
My n*ggas keepin that self-defense even if you poppin out at the mall
In a Ferrari Spider on the I-10, that b*tch tryna call a f*cking wall