letra de no kizzy - ftos twan
[intro]
(thank you, gc)
[verse]
i stay up in the studio, i turn it up
b-tch, i burn it up (jxckk just want a drink)
they said twan took a break, that done turned me up
ain’t tryna hit no rat hoes, they might burn me up (yeah, you turnt, pj)
you talk too much, b-tch, you need to shut the f-ck up
boy, i wouldn’t dare cuff that b-tch if she ain’t stuck up
you need to get your life together, you a f-ck up
he started shootin’ from a block away, he a dumb f-ck
b-tch, i’m finna turn up
when i hit that dance, you gotta know i’m finna turn up
i got it in my hands, you try me, you gon’ get burned up
they put this sh-t up in my hands, you know i’m finna— yeah
chopper in my hand while i’m creepin’, i ain’t playin’
it’s four k’s in the whip, f-ck the klu klux klan
they see me hop out and shoot, they like, “who? what? d-mn”
f-ck a ram truck, b-tch, i’m slidin’ in a minivan
that ain’t no scat pack, boy, you the f-ckin’ hemi man
glock on me, b-tch, i got this b-tch just for any man
i’m a certified tweaker, n-gga, do you think i’m playin’?
play this sh-t up in thе speakers, can you hear this sh-t i’m sayin’?
runnin’ through thе bag, rubber band after rubber band, b-tch
i’m takin’ off, get up out my way, i’m ’bout the man, b-tch
my lil’ n-gga get it gone, he put it in his hands, b-tch
today i feel like smokin’ out a ‘bow, n-gga, f-ck a zip
this b-tch head crazy, i love the way this b-tch suckin’ it
i’m beatin’ her down from the side, she like the way i’m f-ckin’ it
i’m finna bust, b-tch, i’m still goin’, i’m like, “f-ck this sh-t”
she like, “twan, you actin’ crazy,” but i love this sh-t
rap, b-tch, i love the sh-t, trap, b-tch, i love this sh-t
n-gga, i can get a n-gga whacked, b-tch, i love this sh-t
i love spinnin’ blocks in all black, f-ck clubbin’, b-tch
i’m in a different mood, b-tch, i’m tryna f-ck, f-ck lovin’, b-tch
i can do this sh-t with my eyes closed, it’s easy
i really ain’t a ghetto boy, somebody call peezy
i get the bag gone in three days, that sh-t easy
my lil’ brother f-cked up, he’ll pop you for no reason
he do somethin’, i asked him what’s the reason?
he said that n-gga teasin’
now i gotta understand it, why he bleedin’?
focus on the big picture, b-tch, you better see it
be f-ckin’ on his big sister, i know he hate to see it
ridin’ through the city, b-tch, i got a glizzy
i don’t talk, i catch a n-gga out, i get busy
man, these n-ggas can’t f-ck with me, no kizzy
hit his ass all over the head and made him dizzy
you would never know, b-tch, i might just pop up in your city
i’m young and wild, b-tch, i’ll get it poppin’ in your city
i’m finna go and burn a n-gga, you see me pop up with a smithy
that n-gga hidin’ with his bl!ck, man, he ain’t ridin’ through the city
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