Twin Flame
Loco
Huh
Yeah, yeah
Pop Smoke, way I shoot for the stars and I aim for the moon
Bitch you not hard, you all talk, you no goon
You rat to the cops and sing names like a tune
Dave Chapelle, you're a joke, dried up fruit, you a prune
I heard you broke with no loot, get some bread soon
Heard you're off coke and them bars, you'll be dead soon
Ain't no sorry, I meant every word that I said to you
Why you hit me up trippin, I thought I was dead to you
She off drugs but she cute, call her Demi Lovato
She blow like a flute while I smoke on Gelato
She get choked while I stroke, she hit notes like staccato
Super soaked and she quarantine thick like Mulatto
Had to put hoes on mute cause they like to play games
And I'm on a route to the fortune and fame
Bitches be bitter, they all love to blame
They act like some pictures the way that they frame
Hate me now but I bet you next year, they gon claim
I'd watch your mouth 'fore you say I'm a lame
See your name and your face on the news, that's a shame
If I can't get you then I'll get your twin flame
Hate me now but I bet you next year, they gon claim
I'd watch your mouth 'fore you say I'm a lame
See your name and your face on the news, that's a shame
If I can't get you then I'll get your twin flame
I just rode through the Burgh and I hit like 10 potholes
You talk tough on the net then call 12, that is not cool
She like it rough, I'm on top, she a nasty hoe
I bust a nut in that WAP, no pistachio
I got homies that still trap off of smartphones
I heard your mixtape and that shit was garbo
White boy swag but don't call me Jack Harlow
Need the Lucy to my Ricky Ricardo
I'm so tired of hoes that snort lines like a barcode
They use me to get higher, they all leave me heartbroke
The only emotion I feel is called sorrow
I finger fuck checks like I work at Wells Fargo
I break her back now she need chiropractor
Benjamin Button, my money age backwards
Cast a spell on his bitch like my name Alex Russo
Pockets swelled up, fat as shit, they do sumo
Hate me now but I bet you next year, they gon claim
I'd watch your mouth 'fore you say I'm a lame
See your name and your face on the news, that's a shame
If I can't get you then I'll get your twin flame
Hate me now but I bet you next year, they gon claim
I'd watch your mouth 'fore you say I'm a lame
See your name and your face on the news, that's a shame
If I can't get you then I'll get your twin flame
Bitch tried to say that I'm ugly
But she used to blow up my phone tryna fuck me, huh
This hoe so broke and so bummy
No money and she got the clap, she so yucky (Um, ew bitch)
She said she love me but she incoherent from being a druggie a custy, damn
I smoke on medicinal 'til I'm fried chicken but no I ain't talking Kentucky, nah
My pockets fat, they on Pugsley, they look like they won a game of chubby bunny, huh
My pockets fat, they on Dudley, I think that's why lil shawty say that I'm studly
Some of these hoes that I beat call me loser and some of them call me a pretty boy
But most of these hoes for the streets
Word to Future, that's 100 points for the city boys
Hate me now but I bet you next year, they gon claim
I'd watch your mouth 'fore you say I'm a lame
See your name and your face on the news, that's a shame
If I can't get you then I'll get your twin flame
Hate me now but I bet you next year, they gon claim
I'd watch your mouth 'fore you say I'm a lame
See your name and your face on the news, that's a shame
If I can't get you then I'll get your twin flame
Huh
Yeah, yeah
Pop Smoke, way I shoot for the stars and I aim for the moon
Bitch you not hard, you all talk, you no goon
You rat to the cops and sing names like a tune
Dave Chapelle, you're a joke, dried up fruit, you a prune
I heard you broke with no loot, get some bread soon
Heard you're off coke and them bars, you'll be dead soon
Ain't no sorry, I meant every word that I said to you
Why you hit me up trippin, I thought I was dead to you
She off drugs but she cute, call her Demi Lovato
She blow like a flute while I smoke on Gelato
She get choked while I stroke, she hit notes like staccato
Super soaked and she quarantine thick like Mulatto
Had to put hoes on mute cause they like to play games
And I'm on a route to the fortune and fame
Bitches be bitter, they all love to blame
They act like some pictures the way that they frame
Hate me now but I bet you next year, they gon claim
I'd watch your mouth 'fore you say I'm a lame
See your name and your face on the news, that's a shame
If I can't get you then I'll get your twin flame
Hate me now but I bet you next year, they gon claim
I'd watch your mouth 'fore you say I'm a lame
See your name and your face on the news, that's a shame
If I can't get you then I'll get your twin flame
I just rode through the Burgh and I hit like 10 potholes
You talk tough on the net then call 12, that is not cool
She like it rough, I'm on top, she a nasty hoe
I bust a nut in that WAP, no pistachio
I got homies that still trap off of smartphones
I heard your mixtape and that shit was garbo
White boy swag but don't call me Jack Harlow
Need the Lucy to my Ricky Ricardo
I'm so tired of hoes that snort lines like a barcode
They use me to get higher, they all leave me heartbroke
The only emotion I feel is called sorrow
I finger fuck checks like I work at Wells Fargo
I break her back now she need chiropractor
Benjamin Button, my money age backwards
Cast a spell on his bitch like my name Alex Russo
Pockets swelled up, fat as shit, they do sumo
Hate me now but I bet you next year, they gon claim
I'd watch your mouth 'fore you say I'm a lame
See your name and your face on the news, that's a shame
If I can't get you then I'll get your twin flame
Hate me now but I bet you next year, they gon claim
I'd watch your mouth 'fore you say I'm a lame
See your name and your face on the news, that's a shame
If I can't get you then I'll get your twin flame
Bitch tried to say that I'm ugly
But she used to blow up my phone tryna fuck me, huh
This hoe so broke and so bummy
No money and she got the clap, she so yucky (Um, ew bitch)
She said she love me but she incoherent from being a druggie a custy, damn
I smoke on medicinal 'til I'm fried chicken but no I ain't talking Kentucky, nah
My pockets fat, they on Pugsley, they look like they won a game of chubby bunny, huh
My pockets fat, they on Dudley, I think that's why lil shawty say that I'm studly
Some of these hoes that I beat call me loser and some of them call me a pretty boy
But most of these hoes for the streets
Word to Future, that's 100 points for the city boys
Hate me now but I bet you next year, they gon claim
I'd watch your mouth 'fore you say I'm a lame
See your name and your face on the news, that's a shame
If I can't get you then I'll get your twin flame
Hate me now but I bet you next year, they gon claim
I'd watch your mouth 'fore you say I'm a lame
See your name and your face on the news, that's a shame
If I can't get you then I'll get your twin flame
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Writer(s): Dominic Latini
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