2 Twins lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Dreaded]
Walked in the Hip-Hop Lab, like, goddamn, we got work to do
Shorty want a pill, I'm like, OK, I got a perc for you
Say you get it in, OK, but I ain't heard of you
Prolly smell that Za-Za, everytime Young Dread is swerving through
I got a nice cougar b*tch I think she 32
I got a young b*tch in Flint, she pop pills and sip dirty too
Said you want a verse for free? Hell na, boy, the nerve of you
You better pay in blues, and you better pull up early too

[Verse 2: PM Capo]
Popped at a n*gga, took him out his shoes, I know they heard me too
f*ck on your b*tch for 62 minutes, that's what the perkys do
Wintertime, I just [?] my b*tch, it's kinda furry too
[?] bag, we was toating 32's
Bad b*tch told me pull up on bond, she tryna line me up
I heard that these was tracking my line [?] still tryna fine but
[?] knock him out his Nike Dunks
b*tch mad I bust in 2 minutes, I hit her with like 3 pumps

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Hundred dollar eighthy b*tch, I'm passed blowed
50,000 on me, mean mugging, I'm an as*h*le
Hundred meter dash, you gotta run, but it won't last long
Pull up with that bushmaster laser and the flash on
I might buy a b*tch a gift, but she can't get no love
Thought you was the source, f*cked up, you need to fix your plug
Let me see an opp in here, I'ma strip the club
Whole life, it felt like I was losing, had to get some dubs
[Verse 4: Young Dreaded]
I pulled up with the playmakers and the sh*ttyBoyz
Got some dread-headed shooters, they from Illinois
Free my n*gga Rio, he a Ghetto Boy
These n*ggas snitches, you pull up, they gon' tell the boys
I'm out here smoking on the gas, you know it got me zooted
He think I don't get to a bag, he must be f*cking stupid
I pulled up in the S and I used to trap out the Buick
f*ck all these haters, all my energy goes into music

[Verse 5: PM Capo]
Just got a Spanish n*gga for a P, met him at Mr. Clean's
Damn, I meant Mr. Sparkel's
Caught the n*gga reaching for his phone, I almost clipped Ricardo
I almost did it to him, but the blick was auto
Damn, that mean it got a switch on it
n*gga text my b*tch while she was sleep, I almost p*ssed on her
This f*ck n*gga ran up with some cheese, I put my wrist on him
Damn, that's like 30 K
Just popped this n*gga talking sporty on IG, so I ain't gon' lurk today
So many blues in my pocket, you think I worked for Chase
I really freestyle, but I wrote this verse for Chase
Just smacked Poppy out his Reeboks, 'cause the work was late
Damn, where the f*ck you been?
Bro wasted put 2 30's in my fifth, I almost bucked two twins
[Verse 6: BabyTron]
2016 was pinging dunks with pens
Threesome off a perc, 30 finna hump two twins
sh*ttyBoyz fan crazy, asking can we jump him in
500 dollar meal at Fleming's eating lunch with kin
Steak bites, I'm a great white
If I smell blood, catch a body on the late night
OVO in the gang slide, this the Drake life
Hutch water on my neck, we ain't got the same ice