Yoa Twin lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck everything
One n*gga I'm straight on is Master P
This is wild dude
I got my whole gang in this b*tch
Yeah all my n*ggas in this b*tch, all my n*ggas, yeah
Aw n*gga yeah n*gga
I don't know why the f*ck I always wanna talk sh*t fast, but that sh*t sound sweet

[Verse 1: Veeze]
My whole gang sip lean for no reason
My whole gang sip lean like we need it
I use your b*tch just for head on the weekend
I smoke exotics ‘til I look like Yao Ming twin
You so f*ckin’ broke it look like you got diseases
I show you how to wipe a n*gga nose like he sneezin’
These n*ggas copy everything we do, I can't believe it
I think these n*ggas mad I'm on my way and I ain't need еm
I turn to Michael Phelps when thеy threw me in the deep end
I'm balling like Ray Allen with the fade, b*tch I'm Jesus
With them blue faces n*gga, we gon’ hit yo block bleedin
Hope you got some dog sh*t to move yo momma if we beefing
Gang come through, got yo b*tch actin like she single
If the feds come, I'ma act like I don´t speak English
Every Glock that we got, clip like a can of Pringles
You a opp, if you with a opp, f*ck if that's your people
Man, this cup that I'm sippin’ on cost a pair of Yeezy's
I can make a whole pint appear like I got a Genie
Off the drank, I be Dr. King I be somewhere dreamin’
I woke up, I was on Rosa Parks hunned blunts with Leeky
My b*tch waist small but her body wide like the demon
If yo pap’ small, when the bosses round, why you speakin’
That's yo first ten ball, I can tell by how you treat it
If you wanna have a ball off, we go alopecia
I got this sh*t on deck right now, I’on gotta call my people
You lie on every song you on, so n*gga we ain't equal
Don't bring yo girlfriend to my show, she see me, she gon leave you
Brooks’ll gun her down just like a sniper you won't see him
n*gga don't hate on me, just be a fan, just like yo BM
n*gga I whip the dope until it look just like some wheat Timbs
She don't even got my number, I just f*cked her off the DM
b*tch this ain't no slumber, you ain't f*ckin you can't sleep here
You rappin’ about the bag but all yo money come from GM