Twizzy Rich lyrics

by

Yeat



[Intro]
Ayy, it's all up to me
It's all up to me, ayy
Oh, ayy, hey

[Chorus]
(It's all up to me, it's all up to me) Hey
First time touchin' a mil', life never felt so real (Real)
They tryna be my twizzy, you already knowin' the deal (Whole lotta haters)
You sippin' on lil' stretched Wock', b*tch, I'm just crackin' the seal (Hey)
Gotta pay for a good-ass lawyer, we ain't sittin' in no cell, hey
I was just out in La Jolla, I was just shipping some bales, yeah
Diamonds on big-boy water, got these b*tches straight out the well, uh
I tried replacing the X with the Pеrcs, but, b*tch, you don't know how that feel (Boot up)

[Verse]
I just try keeping it real, but I'm always gon' keep it a hundred
My b*tch did a brand-new favor, shе just be drinking my nut
I always gotta dodge all the hate, I gotta dodge the assumptions
How you gon' turn to a snitch? Yeah, how you talk sh*t but you runnin'?
I used to be eating noodle-oodles sittin' in the basement with the roaches in it
They used to not f*ck with the kid, now I'm going up, everybody in my business
Said you can't trust me, lil' b*tch, I'm a snake, go behind your back and stab it
You know it's not sh*t to go pull out the Wraith, bring it out in automatic
I OD on the pills so much, I hired a full-time medic
Pull up on my b*tch and she eat me like lunch, said I got rid of her headache
I could tell real from the fake, we just be having abundance
Signin' a deal would just be a mistake, I got my money out of nothing
VS1 flawless, all of 'em shine
Yeah, told you stop calling my phone, told you stop wasting my time
I got a big ol' b*tch, she got a big behind
I just been sending them packs, I just been making them fly
I can't go back on my word, I already said that it's time
All of my twizzies is up, b*tch, we been next in line
And these Yercs, they got me moody, yeah, y'all federal
You don't got no money but you judging, call you Judy
[Chorus]
(It's all up to me, it's all up to me) Hey
First time touchin' a mil', life never felt so real (Real)
They tryna be my twizzy, you already knowin' the deal (Whole lotta haters)
You sippin' on lil' stretched Wock', b*tch, I'm just crackin' the seal (Hey)
Gotta pay for a good-ass lawyer, we ain't sittin' in no cell, hey
I was just out in La Jolla, I was just shipping some bales, yeah
Diamonds on big-boy water, got these b*tches straight out the well, uh
I tried replacing the X with the Percs, but, b*tch, you don't know how that feel
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