Murda Twins (feat. Ronny5x)
GANG GANG
BITCH
Murda twin shit nigga
BG 5X shit nigga Fukk is you sayin nigga
Aye
MBLOKK shit nigga
Fa fa
Aye
I'm wit ronny that's my murda twin
BG don't be beefing with these niggas they was never winning
Ayeeee On god
And if it's smoke then we gon spin again
Gave a bitch a Uzi because for me she'll pop at many men
I got bullets for these tuff niggas
You run up then you get touched nigga
Pull up and test yo luck nigga
Ain't got yo gun then you fucked nigga
Don't make me call my uncle Draco takin all yo Passos
Swear to god that I ain't never met a nigga that play halo
If I tell em shoot they gon shoot on my command
I put drums on these guns bitch but we ain't in no band
And if he keep on talkin gangsta shit we send him to that land
And I ain't goin back and fourth these niggas hoes ain't got no bands
Run him down with the Draco I was clutching on my 40
Bitch don't make me up my Rick cause right behind him come my morty
Niggas mad as fuck at me because I'm fuckin on they shorty
Niggas know I'm Sticked up I ain't talkin about them orbes
Hoppin out with guns and no 380's
She ain't never been my boo but we in contact like the laser
Fuck up out my face with being social swear I'm not a hater
Stump his ass and florida boy had got sent to the fuckin gators
Poppin at the headlights stuff that he say now he a dead sight
Don't do this 2 0 stuff I put the gun down bitch I will fight
I'm fucked up in the heart you would've thought I wasn't raised right
Callin her the throat goat cause I swear to god she don't bite
And I mean that shit
Ain't no cap up in my raps if I said it then I did it
Bitch I'm tryna up the score niggas know this shit get wicked
When I hop out on his block all them niggas gonna get it
She was curving me at first in the long run she let me hit it
Me and gang don't look nothing alike but we still murda twins
We don't got the same body's but raising hell we human sin
Tell yo bitch to come back home she tryna get all in my skin
Don't believe me if I tell you but I gotta kill my kin
Nigga you ain't got no funds where the fuck yo fucking guns at
Gimme all the money fuck nigga might get yo mom back
He be talkin gangsta shit but he know I don't condone that
Who you preaching to I swear to god nigga you a whole rat
Runnin with some loose screws all them niggas do is drill
He can act like dat he hard we gon get that nigga killed
Bull showed me the list I took it then I ripped it
Why you got the 45 in the air like I wasn't gonna drop and get the semi automatic
I'm wit ronny that's my murda twin
BG don't be beefing with these niggas they was never winning
Ayeeee On god
And if it's smoke then we gon spin again
Gave a bitch a Uzi because for me she'll pop at many men
I got bullets for these tuff niggas
You run up then you get touched nigga
Pull up and test yo luck nigga
Ain't got yo gun then you fucked nigga
Don't make me call my uncle Draco takin all yo Passos
Swear to god that I ain't never met a nigga that play halo
WHOP WHOPPP
BITCH
GANG
BITCH
Murda twin shit nigga
BG 5X shit nigga Fukk is you sayin nigga
Aye
MBLOKK shit nigga
Fa fa
Aye
I'm wit ronny that's my murda twin
BG don't be beefing with these niggas they was never winning
Ayeeee On god
And if it's smoke then we gon spin again
Gave a bitch a Uzi because for me she'll pop at many men
I got bullets for these tuff niggas
You run up then you get touched nigga
Pull up and test yo luck nigga
Ain't got yo gun then you fucked nigga
Don't make me call my uncle Draco takin all yo Passos
Swear to god that I ain't never met a nigga that play halo
If I tell em shoot they gon shoot on my command
I put drums on these guns bitch but we ain't in no band
And if he keep on talkin gangsta shit we send him to that land
And I ain't goin back and fourth these niggas hoes ain't got no bands
Run him down with the Draco I was clutching on my 40
Bitch don't make me up my Rick cause right behind him come my morty
Niggas mad as fuck at me because I'm fuckin on they shorty
Niggas know I'm Sticked up I ain't talkin about them orbes
Hoppin out with guns and no 380's
She ain't never been my boo but we in contact like the laser
Fuck up out my face with being social swear I'm not a hater
Stump his ass and florida boy had got sent to the fuckin gators
Poppin at the headlights stuff that he say now he a dead sight
Don't do this 2 0 stuff I put the gun down bitch I will fight
I'm fucked up in the heart you would've thought I wasn't raised right
Callin her the throat goat cause I swear to god she don't bite
And I mean that shit
Ain't no cap up in my raps if I said it then I did it
Bitch I'm tryna up the score niggas know this shit get wicked
When I hop out on his block all them niggas gonna get it
She was curving me at first in the long run she let me hit it
Me and gang don't look nothing alike but we still murda twins
We don't got the same body's but raising hell we human sin
Tell yo bitch to come back home she tryna get all in my skin
Don't believe me if I tell you but I gotta kill my kin
Nigga you ain't got no funds where the fuck yo fucking guns at
Gimme all the money fuck nigga might get yo mom back
He be talkin gangsta shit but he know I don't condone that
Who you preaching to I swear to god nigga you a whole rat
Runnin with some loose screws all them niggas do is drill
He can act like dat he hard we gon get that nigga killed
Bull showed me the list I took it then I ripped it
Why you got the 45 in the air like I wasn't gonna drop and get the semi automatic
I'm wit ronny that's my murda twin
BG don't be beefing with these niggas they was never winning
Ayeeee On god
And if it's smoke then we gon spin again
Gave a bitch a Uzi because for me she'll pop at many men
I got bullets for these tuff niggas
You run up then you get touched nigga
Pull up and test yo luck nigga
Ain't got yo gun then you fucked nigga
Don't make me call my uncle Draco takin all yo Passos
Swear to god that I ain't never met a nigga that play halo
WHOP WHOPPP
BITCH
GANG
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