Evil Twin
I look like a papi
But mami I'm not bitch I'm different
With them ooters shit spooky I'm clicking
It went up but the cuz had to front me the smith&
Then I backed out and dumped you was dipping
Stop callin my phone I do no politicking
You a bitch you just a politician
I'm not bout the competition with no bitches
We do not compete nor compare we is different
I'm my own vibe
And that's why ya hoe wanna boat drive
Got the casa dripping down her throat I
Can't wait to see how she tweak onna pole I
IY K T YK
If You Know Then You Know
That ya hoe was goat wit her throat like
Nutted all in her face after giving me brain
She went back my bro made the pole shine
And I be like
Slow down buss it
Bitch watch how you reach where I tuck it
If I gotta up it thinking that you fronting
Take the dick out ya rib put the grip in ya stomach
And I'm like that
Catch a opp on a block that's a light pack
I got hopped you got knocked cuz I fight back
Knocks on my body now I don't invite that
So you know what it is when you see me in person
Assume ima boom you and light that
If I spark up the grip leave you parked in a whip
Leave you stinking ya bitch I'm inside that
Like fuck what she jacking that bitch is a smooch
Liquor flow through her body she loose
If I fuck her first then my Scotty's hit it too
Like the gang made her ride it got mileage no tune
150 on the belt get to digging
This bitch on my body I'm hitting different
So many questions but you know how I'm living
This shit in my jacket come see how it's clicking
See this money I get it don't be competition
I just get to stack it and flip it then drip it
My Scotty's beside me can't be no division
Just stacking the breesh while fucking they bitches
If I take me a trip then you know that I got it
Fuck the weather this shit right beside me
You think that you lit but you not so stop it
Think you safe cuz you clutch you a knockings
I up it and dump it you better not drop it
Fuck that you better duck when I buss that
New opp on the floor that's a runts pack
She wanna fuck but I dubbed that
Telling my sister go dead that ain't my bitch don't jack that
Im on the road to the bag
Fuck ima chase every plan
Remember them walks on the lands
Now when I step you could see that I'm different
Whole lotta V's and they tinted
Nothing I'm pushing is rented
Glock with extensions
If I gotta up it I'm bending
Blocks with the Scott's and we sending
Shots at ya top and we leaving em spinning
Bun up a hots of the opps and it's kicking
But mami I'm not bitch I'm different
With them ooters shit spooky I'm clicking
It went up but the cuz had to front me the smith&
Then I backed out and dumped you was dipping
Stop callin my phone I do no politicking
You a bitch you just a politician
I'm not bout the competition with no bitches
We do not compete nor compare we is different
I'm my own vibe
And that's why ya hoe wanna boat drive
Got the casa dripping down her throat I
Can't wait to see how she tweak onna pole I
IY K T YK
If You Know Then You Know
That ya hoe was goat wit her throat like
Nutted all in her face after giving me brain
She went back my bro made the pole shine
And I be like
Slow down buss it
Bitch watch how you reach where I tuck it
If I gotta up it thinking that you fronting
Take the dick out ya rib put the grip in ya stomach
And I'm like that
Catch a opp on a block that's a light pack
I got hopped you got knocked cuz I fight back
Knocks on my body now I don't invite that
So you know what it is when you see me in person
Assume ima boom you and light that
If I spark up the grip leave you parked in a whip
Leave you stinking ya bitch I'm inside that
Like fuck what she jacking that bitch is a smooch
Liquor flow through her body she loose
If I fuck her first then my Scotty's hit it too
Like the gang made her ride it got mileage no tune
150 on the belt get to digging
This bitch on my body I'm hitting different
So many questions but you know how I'm living
This shit in my jacket come see how it's clicking
See this money I get it don't be competition
I just get to stack it and flip it then drip it
My Scotty's beside me can't be no division
Just stacking the breesh while fucking they bitches
If I take me a trip then you know that I got it
Fuck the weather this shit right beside me
You think that you lit but you not so stop it
Think you safe cuz you clutch you a knockings
I up it and dump it you better not drop it
Fuck that you better duck when I buss that
New opp on the floor that's a runts pack
She wanna fuck but I dubbed that
Telling my sister go dead that ain't my bitch don't jack that
Im on the road to the bag
Fuck ima chase every plan
Remember them walks on the lands
Now when I step you could see that I'm different
Whole lotta V's and they tinted
Nothing I'm pushing is rented
Glock with extensions
If I gotta up it I'm bending
Blocks with the Scott's and we sending
Shots at ya top and we leaving em spinning
Bun up a hots of the opps and it's kicking
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Writer(s): Zion Frazier
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