TREN TWINS YAUX (Ft. Craig Scissorhands)

[Intro: YAUX]
Got you stuck under my knee
NFL is callin' (Colin)
Ain’t leave the house in 'bout a week
But my wallet still obe-e-e—
[?], no background check, no permit needed; let's go, heads up
(G-G-GORE STREET)
[?]

[Chorus: YAUX]
The way I'm 'bout to lift the scene, this shit anabolic, yeah
Y’all ain't getting shit to eat, call it "Joseph Stalin", yeah
Got you stuck under my knee, NFL is callin', yeah
Ain't leave the house in 'bout a week, but my wallet still obese

[Verse 1: YAUX]
I got that dawg in me, girl, put me on a leash, uh-uh
I be stepping, but these New Rocks got no crease, uh-uh
There’s a god above watching you, bitch, it’s me
In YAUX we trust, so close your eyes and get down on your knees
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, crawling out the grave
Craig just slid a beat and when I’m done there gon' be caution tape
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, just another day
Wake up, brush my teeth and then I’m killin' shit, like I’m OJ

[Verse 2: Craig Scissorhands]
Dumbbell to the head 'til your fuckin' brain leaks out (G-G-GORE STREET)
I’m on muh'fuckin' Tren and some shit you don’t know 'bout
Dirty needles on my floor so you can’t come to my house
So that bitch suck me in the car, then I told her that I’m out
I don’t even lift, I pin this shit inside my arm so I can feel
The cleaver in my glove compartment there so I can kill
I walk into the XSport with my dick hard, like it’s steel
Yo' bitch is fat as fuck, she clearly ain’t skippin' no meals
I feel like Jason Statham up in Crank 2, all these Asian bitches chasin' me
You think you hard as all them shock fiends, lil' boy that's make-believe
You could have all of my fuckin' swag and never be the same as me
So hop up off my dick and get some Pape and stop complainin', G
Got that dawg in me, bitch
Tell that muh'fucker better pipe down 'fore I dawg on his bitch
Tell that muh'fucker better pipe down, put my hog in his bitch
Tell that muh'fucker better pipe down, put my log in his bitch, yeah