Evil Twins (feat. lil slump)

Hella rerock I got fiens that be posted up front of my door And they Christian Louboutin step on my flow Off the molly, bitch Imma sweat from the glo She gon' play with her nose she gon' love doing blow What it is, only exotic and green Got the rhinestone cuffs on my rockstar jeans That's my bitch, she off the percies and lean I do got a broom, but I don't like to clean And he dead 'cause you niggas kept gassin' em up I'm on pills like lil' bitch I ain't have me enough It's a grabba leaf, 3.5 and stuff You ain't shooting, boy you a pussy, you bluff It's the gas in my lung, this shit too tough She a emo lil' bitch, her wrist be all cut This straight fish scale, this shit ain't cut Got the bean with the percoset, bitch I'm stuck They say slump, "why the fuck you be tripping?" (what) I been gookin'. Nigga got stabbed when I saw my boy We from dead county bitch we steady be juggin' Brother got shot 'cause a nigga just steady cap look He got baking soda what the fuck is you cookin'? I'm sorry, left him with ketchup all over his shirt I hit my dance when I fuck a bitch, I hit the Jerk Then fuck when I'm geekin' off percs I need my mans, where the fuck is the nurse? Big ass gun that big ass extendo Knock his ass out I feel like I'm Kimbo Cooking up white, bitch, I make a deal That boys a banana, that boy getting peeled Pussy ahh boy you ain't been on no drill I ain't sipping drink that bitch got a seal My shooter be crazy, that bitch popping percs Poppin a molly, man take off my shirt You talk on my name That boy getting hurt I got a bad bitch, finna lift up her skirt I'm servin' the percs, I know it aint real Fuck a record label, bitch, I need no deal My shooter he crazy, that bitch need to chill My fiend he geekin', that boy poppin' pills They showin' love, I know it ain't real Boy he a snitch, he be coppin' the deals Posted with slump, and we doing drills Pussy ahh boy, you ain't crackin' no seals How you a trapper? You ain't cutting deals I got locked up, and I'm still serving them pills Got a bad bitch, and she need to stuff it Big ol ass, and its all like a muffin Brand new choppa, and it came from a Russian Ain't gon' shoot a bitch, why is you clutchin' Quit all the bitchin. but why is you fussin' You thought it was drank, that boy bought some 'tussin