​li twan lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

[Verse]
Now you wanna text, you type like lil' twin
I don't got no f*ckin' munyun, I got a Gen
You troll me, I'm not entertained, that's the end
Come to Minute store, f*ck is you sayin'?
Told to spin, he talkin' 'bout "It depends"
Fine sh*t peep, how she buzzing me in
Call the hotbox, let my cuz and them in
Lil' twin mad as-f*ck, he got a ugly lil' friend
n*gga tapping it now, lil' buddy, we win
n*gga think I'm broke down, just the begin
Let me hit the zaza, let me see twin
I come from the country, we selling pecans
I run into some fine sh*t every weekend
"How you get your hair like that?", n*gga, these free-forms
Hit a lil' za', lil' za' got me reborn
Still f*ck fine sh*t, don't even need Trojans
Blicked in the Uber, a young n*gga armed
Late for the meet, I ain't set my alarm
Minute store trap spot, this sh*t like a weed farm
Fine sh*t don't want me to skate, she like, "Where you going?"
Keep dropping hot sh*t, I'm already knowin'
n*gga tie down lil' twin, we already won
My shows gon' being going crazy, my shirt gon' get torn
You said you had me a blick, could've sworn
12 keep on gettin' in my way, what they doin'?
Man tryna get me munyun, I ain't goin'
Everybody got a blunt, everybody blowin'
Everybody got a fire, everybody armed
I don't even think I'm there, I'm already knowin'
Go to my mom house, eat some corn
Twenty-one and up, let me come to your dorm
I don't even feel like goin' up, I'm just goin'
Start a moshpit in the crowd, it's a storm
Come to field, n*gga, come to the farm
I think this the real, when this sh*t got me real geeked
Touchin' on my arm, let the fine sh*t feel me
Pick up the front, where your partner hit a wheelie
Roll me some za', finna' drop that Triller
You tell them what you do, you not getting realer
Visit the store, you see hella young n*ggas
I'm kinda' popular, I'm not tryna post out
They ain't even know who I was, but they know now
n*gga clout-chasin' my name when he post now
I ain't know my clip was halfway, add more rounds
n*gga want me to help make plays, need four pounds
Sometimes I gotta see his face, I joke around
Lil' twin dropped, I'm tapped in with yo' sound
Switch up my lo', I be changing the trap around
Blickin' around, when you talk, you cap down
n*gga ain't even have to ask, I pay him out
I f*ck with the new Gen5, this a black nine
You've should've told me to pop out, I done sat down
12 really be scared for real, don't back down
"What kind of hoodie you wearin'?", this the black kind
I don't know sh*t, you know I got a bad mind
I ain't go to sleep, I ordered me a hash-brown
Hit me some za in that Triller like last time
Last pack I done ran through it
n*gga went up and lil' twins knew it
[Outro]
f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck