2 Listen

Hell, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Crazy, I made best friends to death
And he done pulled up but he ain't ever left
And I made peace with that
Niggas outside in these songs, I miss the streets with that

Bad bitches, I still fuck em' once
She tryna kick it, I ain't tryna punt
I watch her shake it, showin' off her buns
It's gourmet gumbo, we ain't smoking Runtz

And rollin' papers, we ain't smokin' blunts
These niggas fake and I can't even front
We get em' laced up if he tryna front
Ha ha, yeah, we did that

And my life crazy, I made best friends with death
And he done pulled up but he ain't ever left
And I made peace with that
Niggas outside in they songs, I'm In the streets with that

Stuffing grams inside the bong, I mix the keef with that
And she ain't leave when I was wrong, so how I'm leavin' that
And how the fuck I'm supposed to mourn and I can't believe it yet
And my heart hurt and I ain't show no grief

So pass the grabba or the fronto leaf
Cause this shit heavy, man
Four spliffs already seven grams
And this app could make me seven bands
Coppin QPs off of telegram
TWIST

Bad bitches, I still fuck em' once
She tryna kick it, I ain't tryna punt
I watch her shake it, showing off her buns
It's gourmet gumbo, we ain't smoking runtz

And rolling papers, we ain't smoking blunts
These niggas fake and I can't even front
We get em' laced up if he tryna front
Ha ha, yeah, we did that

And my life crazy, I made best friends with death
And he done pulled up but he ain't ever left
And I made peace with that
Open bar in sei less, just to say we did it

They can't smell the pack through TSA they gotta seal it
These niggas switching up on me, I swear that I can feel it
2 real nigga posts and now they realist
Take care of the people that take care of you

That's how you stand up on your business
Certain mon dem, they don't wait for drops, they gotta hear this
Certain mon dem don't care bout the cops, they gon' steal air it
Gltttt ha ha, ha ha, TWIST

Don Julio in Giovanni's got unlimited tabs
Bino punched an Uber Black, we got unlimited cabs
If it D, we be right back, we got unlimited jabs
Treat your girl like a insta-kill, got unlimited stabs

Tryna categorize the flow, I got unlimited raps
I coulda wrote this shit today, I got unlimited slaps
And yeah, she bad as fuck
And still, every time I post, I make her mad as fuck

These bitches acting like they bad, but they ain't bad enough
Look all the bitches I done had and I ain't had enough
I tint the cartis baby, tell me, do they look different
And I'm on Ocean Ave in something with the roof missing

I turn this up and run it back, I need you to listen
TWIST
Nigga, I need you to listen
Turn it up and run it back, nigga, give it two listens
Hold on, and thats off the dome nigga TWIST



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Writer(s): Tashawn Rodriguez
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