Evil Twins (feat. Rex Mundi)

Uh My name Fixitfelp that don't mean Imma' fix it I got a gun, better stick it Your bitch gonna kick it with Fixit and Judy So she gonna lick it, my cigarette flick it Like Steve-O I'm stuntin' on bitches I'm puntin' on bitches, we cummin' on bitches These bitches is hoes so they fucking for riches Smoking organic my blunt is the richest My bitches be older than me they're not bolder than me I keep a boulder on me Walking around saying and swearing they're colder than me But them niggas is dumber than me Not tryna' see her my homie had told her for me that a hoe is not worthy for me I keep thirty with me, it get dirty with me, and your bitch getting flirty with me You niggas fake, remind me of plastic I got a gun and I make it go blasting With bitches that's tens and they say I'm fantastic I'm making her stretch like elastic, my shooters gone' blast it Smoking on skittles it's way too strong Shorty can't suck cus' she saying it's long She giving brain like some type of scholastic Choppa' make you do a split like some type of gymnastic Not tryna' be like sarcastic but niggas be saying They have it and don't really have it They barely don't even go tap it My money got longer it turned to a habit Your bitch a snow bunny she turned to a rabbit She think that I'm funny I'm finna' go tap it I'm wearing protection make sure that you wrap it I hop on the beat imma snap it She loving the way that I rap it and clap it My party is full I ain't talking Bob Saget This glock in my jeans and it's making me sag em' Your bitch is so ratchet If he want the static, then sure he can have it Inhaling this gas got me transferring planets Bitch I am a teacher I'm handing out packets We cracking the code me and Evan gone' hack it I act like a star but I'm dressed like a bandit Just look at the fabric that's stitched on my jacket Bitch you can not tell me it ain't superstar status My gun is a gadget that shit an apparatus I play in the game and you sitting in practice My momma a malice she raising the saddest My bitch is the baddest and she so dramatic It do not add up mathematics Switch up the flow like it's trans I'm not your mans Playing with potties and pans Choppa gone' make that boy dance Just like a stripper, Felpy is Jacky the Ripper Ev in LA and he cooling wit clippers I'm sure not a barber but I keep some clippers I hit from the side, pick her up then I flip her As soon as I'm done Fixitfelp gonna dip her I do not beat cus' my bitch blown back And my Rick stone black And my big dope fat And my stick blow back To whoever talk back Bitch I need guap back Bitch I need top back Bitch I smoke opp pack and it's good for my system He wanna' talk Imma' diss em Your girl say she do not miss em Accurate shooter we never gone' miss em The name is Rex Mundi, fuck it still dont know who done done it Fuck around I leave you in the air I punt it, gun it, run it Make your ass another number coming for the vision Used to be tripping sipping, I'm still sipping, see you acting all suspicious You just hanging around, so when I'm up, you come up That aint it how it working bruh, you aint holding up I see right through that fake ass smile I'll blow through ya Need no beam if i'm just creeping up in your sleep All I need is a blade to slice you while you dreaming Okay, I don't fuck around with demons Or them angels fucking neither I be solo everywhere that I'm breathing I served to junkies, they don't want to see em Made my momma cry won't believe the reason Been poured my soul out keep the lean in the freezer Right next to the fucking human pieces Been woke up you know I'm fitting pieces And speaking of pieces, don't run up cus' your ass gone' meet it Bitch I'm leaving no evidence case be cold like my demeanor Your bitch look at me like I am a museum Im not bitch im us know you fuck with the meaning She screaming and pleading from begging to meanings We here for a reason I know you gone' see it Just wait till' you see what I got in my sleeve I ain't talking no cuts bitch I'm talking my dreams Yeah I'm here for a while but not for a good one My mind be so vile, the smoke gonna' clear up Been burning them pounds, I'm the master roller Yeah smoke it go wow, she blow up my phone want me over right now Bitch I'm trained with them guns and them rounds know I'll lay your ass down Then I'll never talk about it now, bitch I'll never make a fucking sound You gone' wake up asking "God how?" He just laughing cus' he sent me now I be laughing at my screen, your crush screenshotting all your dreams I be topping up my drinks, fuck you mean? Down the whole bottle pass another bean Been elevated this shit make me see Same shit making you go scream You can't handle all the pressure I see You flip-flop, straight opps on your team You ain't fucking with the team, run up lay your ass in the street You be thinking that I'm obscene but I'm speaking truth see Know it's danger when I'm coming I'm waiting my turn B Then I'm taking this here throne to the home, never giving up so it's told Never waste my time with you hoes See how you move your operation slow You bout to need operation, for these bullets hoe Bitch