Evil Twins lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, gang, gang, gang
Move, look, grrah
Move, grrah, grrah, grrah
Suck my di*k, n*gga, everything dead, n*gga (War's too nasty)
Never got shot in my head, n*gga
Y'all know what's goin' on
Grrah grrah, look, look

[Chorus: Sugarhill Keem]
And I never got shot in my head, 'cause y'all missed (Y'all missed)
Smokin' dead n*ggas out the zip
You a b*tch (On bro)
And I walk with a limp (On bro)
Ayo, Aye, pass me the Rip (Ayo, look)
And I f*ck with some Crips (Ayo, Cig, ayo, Cig)
Straight out the Mitch, grrah, grrah
And you better not trip
Yell out the Flockas, yeah, you gettin' hit (On bro)

[Verse 1: Sugarhill Keem]
Ayo, Dougie, we know you a b*tch, look (Grrah-grrah)
You got shot in your sh*t, look
When I up better move
Totin' on Kelly, this sh*t got a kick, move, look
I know where you at, where you live (Look)
You better not trip (Grrah-grrah), grrah-grrah
[Bridge: OY Quan & Sugarhill Keem]
Oh, sh*t
Evеrything dead, suck my di*k, every Flocka shot
n*ggas know what's goin' on
Oh, sh*t, oh, sh*t

[Verse 2: OY Quan]
Thеy be like, "Quan, you always on hots" (On hots)
Like, DaeDae got knocked out his socks
Y'all talk on the gang, but let's speak on the facts (On the facts)
Like, Lotti got stabbed in his back
That b*tch a thot and I hit from the back (From the back)
And you know we don't f*ck with no Jets (f*ck Jets)

[Verse 3: Sugarhill Keem]
Yo, Quan, I said, "Move tact'"
Don't try to run, put the beam on his back
I'ma flock and this sh*t not a cap
Like, what the f*ck?
b*tch is a thot, she keep shakin' her ass
Move Look, I move tact
The knock in my hand, this sh*t not gon' jam
Oh, she a thot? I'm bringin' the move (Grrah, grrah)
So tell me, what you wanna do?
(Smokin' all deads)
War's too nasty
[Verse 4: OY Quan]
Ayo, Tmac, I know you was sick (You was sick)
Ayo, Benzo, you restin' in p*ss (Benzo)
Move Look, don't trip
That's my brother, I'm takin' that risk (That risk)

[Chorus: Sugarhill Keem]
And I never got shot in my head, 'cause y'all missed (On bro)
Smokin' dead n*ggas out the zip
You a b*tch (Move, look)
And I walk with a limp (On bro)
Ayo, Aye, pass me the rip, look (Ayy yo, look)
And I f*ck with some Crips (Ayo, Cig, ayo, Cig)
Straight out the Mitch, grrah, grrah
And you better not trip
Yell out the Flockas, yeah, you gettin' hit
And I never got shot in my head, 'cause y'all missed (On bro)
Smokin' dead n*ggas out the zip
You a b*tch (Move, look)
And I walk with a limp (On bro)
Ayo, Aye, pass me the rip, look (Ayy yo, look)
And I f*ck with some Crips (Ayo, Cig, ayo, Cig)
Straight out the Mitch, grrah, grrah
And you better not trip
Yell out the Flockas, yeah, you gettin' hit