EviL TwiN

Yeah, you should get a bag and get up out yo feelings
I don't know bout ya'll, but all my niggas chilling
I stay with the gang, don't do no other dealings
Evil twin up in the cut, he scheming like a gremlin
Arm and hammer
Keep a stick, switch, automatic
Hit em' up
They tweak and twitch like them niggas attics
Thought I healed my wounds, picked up another habit
Now I got open wounds and got some bad habits

Yeah, let me talk my shit, cause I'm the one stand on it
Hoes all in they feelings, I sit back and laugh on it
Crack of dawn, crack your dome, like a bad melon
I got voices in my head, I go mad, Melly
Dilemma, singing to this yoppa like I'm fucking Nelly
I just set a pick & roll, watch my nigga jelly
Yeah a leader of this shit, I jus can't be a regular
I put demons in her temple, make sure she remember
Even when I'm gone, I'm in her head forever
And no, I ain't a rat but I get to this cheddar
In the jungle, ima king no one do it better
We knock of em off, back 2 back
Bitch I'm talking several

Yeah, you should get a bag and get up out yo feelings
I don't know bout ya'll, but all my niggas chilling
I stay with the gang, don't do no other dealings
Evil twin up in the cut, he scheming like a gremlin
Arm and hammer
Keep a stick, switch, automatic
Hit em' up
They tweak and twitch like them niggas attics
Thought I healed my wounds, picked up another habit
Now I got open wounds and got some bad habits

I ran up, 100k just to blow it nigga
A quarter mil' over summer for when its snowing nigga
Nooo I don't wanna talk, I don't know niggas
Bitches love the guap, act like they know nigga
Blow, out this baby chop it's a llama bitch
I plan to be wealthy man, so don't call me rich
Top youngin, yeah he be that youngin get up with the kid
I been stepping on these bitches got to represent
I get so high, I'm not on earth, I'm out element
Out here speaking to the youth like I'm a reverend
Man this opp pack boof, killed to many men
I just hopped up out the booth and made another hit

Yeah, you should get a bag and get up out yo feelings
I don't know bout ya'll, but all my niggas chilling
I stay with the gang, don't do no other dealings
Evil twin up in the cut, he scheming like a gremlin
Arm and hammer
Keep a stick, switch, automatic
Hit em' up
They tweak and twitch like them niggas attics
Thought I healed my wounds, picked up another habit
Now I got open wounds and got some bad habits



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Writer(s): Mathias Dobbins
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