Hit Different - EP Version
It's Azi
Dame The Messenger
Wait
Got these bitches by my side
Got these foes tryna die
TWIN WOLVES the ride or die like
Aye
So I grab that .45
Got The Fleet right by my side
TWIN WOLVES the ride or die like
Wait
Keep tripping keep tripping
Keep sipping keep sipping
I'm sinking I'm drowning
Keep taking prescriptions
But nothing is working
I'm slipping I'm slipping like
Wait
Got these hoes that's tryna slide
TWIN WOLVES the ride or die
Fleet Records imma run it back like
Wait
Bitch it's King of Curses
Ain't no fucking average warlocks
I'll up this gold hammer
Mind your manners or we peel your top
Run up thru your house and we fuck up on your spouse
Steal your daughter snacks and put your son in time out
Found ya sister now she got kids all in her mouth
Ash the blunt on yo bitch
Then we take her to the pound
Got a dozen racks in a safe at my mommas
I ain't had to serve crack but we still eating Benihanas
Bitch my diamonds on froze
Jacket hot like the summer
Bitches tryna read my lyrics and I'm just tryna count these commas aye
Yeah
Six o clock it started
Then I walk out
Get in my car
Then I dip off
I do what I want
Bitch Please I'm jumpin off
They tryna read a nigga
Dumb bitches be reading the text "bitch you lost"
Gone then I jump back
Nigga gotta boss up like Rick Ross
Learned a lot of lessons that life taught
Come thru with the plot
We smoking pack
It's High Kings and TWIN WOLVES
Trust me
We be high ranking
Take me to the
Take me to the
Aye
MESSAGE FROM TOP
Dame The Messenger
Wait
Got these bitches by my side
Got these foes tryna die
TWIN WOLVES the ride or die like
Aye
So I grab that .45
Got The Fleet right by my side
TWIN WOLVES the ride or die like
Wait
Keep tripping keep tripping
Keep sipping keep sipping
I'm sinking I'm drowning
Keep taking prescriptions
But nothing is working
I'm slipping I'm slipping like
Wait
Got these hoes that's tryna slide
TWIN WOLVES the ride or die
Fleet Records imma run it back like
Wait
Bitch it's King of Curses
Ain't no fucking average warlocks
I'll up this gold hammer
Mind your manners or we peel your top
Run up thru your house and we fuck up on your spouse
Steal your daughter snacks and put your son in time out
Found ya sister now she got kids all in her mouth
Ash the blunt on yo bitch
Then we take her to the pound
Got a dozen racks in a safe at my mommas
I ain't had to serve crack but we still eating Benihanas
Bitch my diamonds on froze
Jacket hot like the summer
Bitches tryna read my lyrics and I'm just tryna count these commas aye
Yeah
Six o clock it started
Then I walk out
Get in my car
Then I dip off
I do what I want
Bitch Please I'm jumpin off
They tryna read a nigga
Dumb bitches be reading the text "bitch you lost"
Gone then I jump back
Nigga gotta boss up like Rick Ross
Learned a lot of lessons that life taught
Come thru with the plot
We smoking pack
It's High Kings and TWIN WOLVES
Trust me
We be high ranking
Take me to the
Take me to the
Aye
MESSAGE FROM TOP
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Writer(s): Noah Mcmanus
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