Twinnem (feat. Wapo Moody)
Before I trust a bitch I trust my pole
Watch me go up but, for me that hoe gonna get low (yuh)
That nigga want fuck on me cause he know Imma blow
I don't fuck with no bitch
Just like my paper they fold
I just pulled up with the gang
Got my my twinnem
Bitches tryna fuck on em
You cannot get near
Bullets interfere
Shooters take you out the sphere
Bitch we got that gear
Oppositions disappear
Oppositions disappear
Before I trust a bitch I trust my pole
Niggas talking bout my tone
But they know I'm on my zone
I ain't grown
Bitch I'm moving wit the bone
Bitch I'm trynna get this money
Nigga keep on talking funny
Hit 'em innis fuckin Tummy (bitch)
You know how we coming
Pull up wit a stick
Last nigga tried me got hit
Man I'm really out the mix
I got shootas they ready to blow
For a nigga that told and I'm holding that fire
He trynna run up it get lit like a lighter
He wanna fight
But he ain't no fuckin fighter
Before I trust a bitch I trust my pole
Watch me go up but, for me that hoe gonna get low (yuh)
That nigga want fuck on me cause he know Imma blow
I don't fuck with no bitch
Just like my paper they fold
I just pulled up with the gang
Got my my twinnem
Bitches tryna fuck on em
You cannot get near
Bullets interfere
Shooters take you out the sphere
Bitch we got that gear
Oppositions disappear
Oppositions disappear
Watch me go up but, for me that hoe gonna get low (yuh)
That nigga want fuck on me cause he know Imma blow
I don't fuck with no bitch
Just like my paper they fold
I just pulled up with the gang
Got my my twinnem
Bitches tryna fuck on em
You cannot get near
Bullets interfere
Shooters take you out the sphere
Bitch we got that gear
Oppositions disappear
Oppositions disappear
Before I trust a bitch I trust my pole
Niggas talking bout my tone
But they know I'm on my zone
I ain't grown
Bitch I'm moving wit the bone
Bitch I'm trynna get this money
Nigga keep on talking funny
Hit 'em innis fuckin Tummy (bitch)
You know how we coming
Pull up wit a stick
Last nigga tried me got hit
Man I'm really out the mix
I got shootas they ready to blow
For a nigga that told and I'm holding that fire
He trynna run up it get lit like a lighter
He wanna fight
But he ain't no fuckin fighter
Before I trust a bitch I trust my pole
Watch me go up but, for me that hoe gonna get low (yuh)
That nigga want fuck on me cause he know Imma blow
I don't fuck with no bitch
Just like my paper they fold
I just pulled up with the gang
Got my my twinnem
Bitches tryna fuck on em
You cannot get near
Bullets interfere
Shooters take you out the sphere
Bitch we got that gear
Oppositions disappear
Oppositions disappear
Credits
Writer(s): Yijana Morales Bonano
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