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Artist: Q Da Fool

album: Twin (Deluxe Edition)


Damn
I was broke I told em gotta watch how you treat me
Ran that shit up. Now them hoes can't reach me
Them ratchet bitches holding all that work
Shout CiCi and Kiki
Nigga dropped the ball. He still trying to flex but he leaking
I'm trapping like a bitch. My grandma wish that I was preaching
Acting like a killer but he folded at the precinct
When you hop inside these streets you can not re-think
They killed my uncle Twin. Sometimes I just wonder what Re think
I can't hear another lie make my ears bleed
A father and support that's all the kids need
Respect what I demand. No need to fear me
I told em they was crashing they ain't hear me
They ain't hear me (Damn)
That chop sound like a charger it say hear me
All them guns tag em first, couldn't run
I hit her first, you late as fuck
Nigga trying to play round a volcano like it can't erupt
Ain't come for them, they came for us
Bitch that glock a blessing
In the sky, I send a angel up
Oh bitch you hanging up
Fuck with you, was business, ain't no kid shit
Don't act lame as fuck
I ain't get no visit for that news
They told me Twin was done
In that cell was crying, felt like dying cause they took the one
Came home straight to grinding with them irons.
I'm trying to set nigga up
I was only 10 inspired. Watching you bang it up
Niggas kept on running in the spot. I watched you switch it up (Damn)
Shooting be so different miss my nigga Twin
I gotta complete your mission. So I'm getting it in
I'm taking losses on the chin, to get the bigger win
Cross me, I gotta cut you off
They swore to God a nigga switched
I came in, that's how I'm gone go
Can't keep the same friends, if they won't grow
You can change your life, but it's still smoke
Yeah you can chill and smoke, better not be lacking though
I was broke I told em gotta watch how you treat me
Ran that shit up. Now them hoes can't reach me
Them ratchet bitches holding all that work
Shout CiCi and Kiki
Nigga dropped the ball. He still trying to flex but he leaking
I'm trapping like a bitch. My grandma wish that I was preaching
Acting like a killer but he folded at the precinct
When you hop inside these streets you can not re-think
They killed my uncle Twin. Sometimes I just wonder what Re think

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