Native in the Booth
You fucking with a thug, you get put work
And if you on the side, baby get to work
We doing what I like, handcuffs put to work
It's only for the night, cause I gotta work
I hope you come inside, cause I got the urge
Of coarse I got the bill, homie look at her
It's only for the thrill, that I got into her too
I started spitting barrs, native boy up in the booth
And I told'em I'm the truth
I told'em I was rappinn, and they said, they needed proof
I started at my mommas, in the basement fire booth
If he asking why you in my video, I hired you
Now they asking interviews, Twizz, who inspired you
Not a damn one, didn't even grow up with a father too
Not a damn one, knows the life in barrs or solitude
I'll keep writing & writing, till this fire it get to you
This Native a maniac killa, soft in the heart he concealing
Weapons that pop off at willing, he's in your neighbourhood chilling
Hide all your neighbourhood children
They said he drug a dealing
Cause who he associate with
Cause who be riding in the whip
Twizz The Season, bump the whip shorty
Twizz The Season, bout to drop shorty
For no reason, you goinn drop it for'em
Twizz language like he really foreign
You fucking with a thug, you get put work
And if you on the side, baby get to work
We doing what I like, handcuffs put to work
It's only for the night, cause I gotta work
I hope you come inside, cause I got the urge
Of coarse I got the bill, homie look at her
It's only for the thrill, that I got into her too
I started spitting barrs, native boy up in the booth
You talk about the money, tho not down to shoot
All the homies caught, you pointing to who
You get to who I'm not, real quick it's true
Cause no one ever asks, who the fuck is you
But I'm bout that new page, that new age shit
You stuck on that old school, that won't get you paid
I roll up she ask what's up everyday
You Aspire to hood rich, I want bill gates
1 huge mansion with all this empty space
1 huge poly family, no bedroom space
We all on that bed, ain't no god damn space
And Ain't no family, if you, ain't on my wave
You fucking with a thug, you get put work
And if you on the side, baby get to work
We doing what I like, handcuffs put to work
It's only for the night, cause I gotta work
I hope you come inside, cause I got the urge
Of coarse I got the bill, homie look at her
It's only for the thrill, that I got into her too
I started spitting barrs, native boy up in the booth
And if you on the side, baby get to work
We doing what I like, handcuffs put to work
It's only for the night, cause I gotta work
I hope you come inside, cause I got the urge
Of coarse I got the bill, homie look at her
It's only for the thrill, that I got into her too
I started spitting barrs, native boy up in the booth
And I told'em I'm the truth
I told'em I was rappinn, and they said, they needed proof
I started at my mommas, in the basement fire booth
If he asking why you in my video, I hired you
Now they asking interviews, Twizz, who inspired you
Not a damn one, didn't even grow up with a father too
Not a damn one, knows the life in barrs or solitude
I'll keep writing & writing, till this fire it get to you
This Native a maniac killa, soft in the heart he concealing
Weapons that pop off at willing, he's in your neighbourhood chilling
Hide all your neighbourhood children
They said he drug a dealing
Cause who he associate with
Cause who be riding in the whip
Twizz The Season, bump the whip shorty
Twizz The Season, bout to drop shorty
For no reason, you goinn drop it for'em
Twizz language like he really foreign
You fucking with a thug, you get put work
And if you on the side, baby get to work
We doing what I like, handcuffs put to work
It's only for the night, cause I gotta work
I hope you come inside, cause I got the urge
Of coarse I got the bill, homie look at her
It's only for the thrill, that I got into her too
I started spitting barrs, native boy up in the booth
You talk about the money, tho not down to shoot
All the homies caught, you pointing to who
You get to who I'm not, real quick it's true
Cause no one ever asks, who the fuck is you
But I'm bout that new page, that new age shit
You stuck on that old school, that won't get you paid
I roll up she ask what's up everyday
You Aspire to hood rich, I want bill gates
1 huge mansion with all this empty space
1 huge poly family, no bedroom space
We all on that bed, ain't no god damn space
And Ain't no family, if you, ain't on my wave
You fucking with a thug, you get put work
And if you on the side, baby get to work
We doing what I like, handcuffs put to work
It's only for the night, cause I gotta work
I hope you come inside, cause I got the urge
Of coarse I got the bill, homie look at her
It's only for the thrill, that I got into her too
I started spitting barrs, native boy up in the booth
Credits
Writer(s): Twizz The Season, Tesler Mosquito
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