Sins
We in the city of sins
No you can't call me your twin
My brothers came for the win
You say you up but we been
Got my card imma send you the pin
Im so hard im at every event
Waiting for you at your block we got tents
Got me a milly I got my advance
You aint know what a band feels like
You ain't never been so fuckin high
You ain't never geeked out your mind
When i wake up money on my mind
Eh
You cant call me bro if i dont know you
Yous a lil hoe i cant fuck with you
Dont you take me as a joke imma pull up on you
Run up on you
We gon take all his shit
Run off with his swag yeah we run off with his bitch
Run off with his bag yeah we run with what was his
Yeah we hittin all these licks cus my glock it came with a switch
Yeah we rob in daylight we don't care about the feds
Fuckin' yo bitch from the back i don't care bout the head
Come and get yo lil bitch back she ride it like a sled
I cant answer questions I don't know if you the feds
We in the city of sins
No you can't call me your twin
My brothers came for the win
You say you up but we been
Got my card imma send you the pin
Im so hard im at every event
Waiting for you at your block we got tents
Got me a milly I got my advance
You aint know what a band feels like
You ain't never been so fuckin high
You ain't never geeked out your mind
When i wake up money on my mind
No you can't call me your twin
My brothers came for the win
You say you up but we been
Got my card imma send you the pin
Im so hard im at every event
Waiting for you at your block we got tents
Got me a milly I got my advance
You aint know what a band feels like
You ain't never been so fuckin high
You ain't never geeked out your mind
When i wake up money on my mind
Eh
You cant call me bro if i dont know you
Yous a lil hoe i cant fuck with you
Dont you take me as a joke imma pull up on you
Run up on you
We gon take all his shit
Run off with his swag yeah we run off with his bitch
Run off with his bag yeah we run with what was his
Yeah we hittin all these licks cus my glock it came with a switch
Yeah we rob in daylight we don't care about the feds
Fuckin' yo bitch from the back i don't care bout the head
Come and get yo lil bitch back she ride it like a sled
I cant answer questions I don't know if you the feds
We in the city of sins
No you can't call me your twin
My brothers came for the win
You say you up but we been
Got my card imma send you the pin
Im so hard im at every event
Waiting for you at your block we got tents
Got me a milly I got my advance
You aint know what a band feels like
You ain't never been so fuckin high
You ain't never geeked out your mind
When i wake up money on my mind
Credits
Writer(s): Luis Matias Martinez
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