Twin Chops lyrics

[Verse 1: 28AV]
Yeah, yeah
Who the white boy, neck tat', bussin' with the dreads on him
f*ckboy switched teams, gotta call the ref' on him
Home with the daddy D's, catch breath on him
b*tch tryna ride my wave like pegs on it
I don't need the b*tch, she ain't got good crab brodi
Need an ama.com the lil homie
Put him on night, got money on the [?]
Big Glock gang, red dot boy, pop a cherry
Yellow gold, vigoro, lookin like hot curry
Out of reach, get your sh*t split like a locked jewelry
By the way, hittin' everything like a hot curry
.223's get your whole f*ckin' block buried

[Chorus: Sada Baby & 28AV]
Hmm, gang gang, get the world with our fabs up
Huh, on top, no shooters in the land up
7 miles to Seattle with the Nash ton, huh
On the block with them straps, you can't find us, ho
I got twin chops in the 4-54, b*tch
Painting sh*t red like Benjamin Moore, b*tch
We gon' turn up boy, even out the score, b*tch
Tapped in with what you got, AK galore, b*tch

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Now it's huntin', we be out here all night till the daylight
Hood took the barrel off the chop so he could spray right, huh
Make my n*gga AF take you out like it's date night, huh
Big apes smokin' [?] scuba gray right, huh
Red beam make a n*gga stop like a red light
Lil blood always shootin' n*ggas like he can't fight, huh
Lil blood always shootin' n*ggas, like to take lives
Well any n*gga can't drive no four, and he ain't mine
I keep hoes ridin' round this b*tch like it's a rodeo
And my dead homies [?] it be wrong
If your dead homies knew my n*gga block, he prolly the reason that he dead
On my mama boys, f*cked up, it's sad
[Chorus: Sada Baby & 28AV]
Hmm, gang gang, get the world with our fabs up
Huh, on top, no shooters in the land up
7 miles to Seattle with the Nash ton, huh
On the block with them straps, you can't find us, ho
I got twin chops in the 4-54, b*tch
Painting sh*t red like Benjamin Moore, b*tch
We gon' turn up boy, even out the score, b*tch
Tapped in with what you got, AK galore, b*tch (Huh)

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
Keep my back then I'm on, ain't talkin' 'bout right or wrong
f*cked your b*tch from OnlyFans off the camera phone
n*ggas know I ran it up, never had no loan
Big blood, skubaru, I'm bad to the bone, huh
Up the drac', then I'm stayed aimin' at your dome, huh
Gettin' scraped then I flee, n*gga I'll be gone

[Verse 4: 28AV]
Big boy chop hop out through the lambo
Now he duckin' backwards, f*ck it, leave him stiff, bro
Yeah there's somethin with those suckas, we gon' slide our bellies
He got booked on purpose boy, we finna find his reli'
Yeah I got that on my mind, I feel like YN Melly
All that 'sace on my drip, and that's the donatelli
[Chorus: Sada Baby & 28AV]
Hmm, gang gang, get the world with our fabs up
Huh, on top, all shooters in the land up
7 miles to Seattle with the Nash ton, huh
On the block with them straps, you can't find us, ho
I got twin chops in the 4-54, b*tch
Painting sh*t red like Benjamin Moore, b*tch
We gon' turn up boy, even out the score, b*tch
Tapped in with what you got, AK galore, b*tch