Twisted Tea Freestyle

I won't whip it if it ain't a six speed
I don't pull up unless its to get cheese
Niggas gossiping just like a bitch be
Passing bullshit around like a disease
All that flapping your lips gets you deceased
Social distance me bitch I need six feet
Fake and phony shit really just sickens me
I ain't toting no blick keep a Twisted Tea
I know all of my ex bitches missing me
Why you suddenly texting and hitting me
Probably cuz imma blow like a whistle
The tea on me twisted fuck I need a pistol for
Brand new year all I need is a fifth to pour
Sharpen my spear make my passion make money more
Fuck designer gear Real Estate's what I'm looking for
Came a long way from bun flipping at corner stores



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Auguste
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