Twist Your Wig DJ Muggs & Roc Marciano

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, okay, the fuck
Marc, nigga, word to Muggs
Yeah, money and drugs
Yeah, for sure, though
Marc, nigga, uh, rah, rah, rah
Ah, what it do, nigga
You already know, boy, on your block
Pop your top, talk to ‘em, nigga
Uh

[Chorus]
Twist your wig, twist your wig, wig, huh
I twist your wig, twist your wig, huh
Twist your wig, twist your wig
I twist your wig, twist your wig, uh

[Verse 1]
Huh, I hold a TEC, you don’t pose a threat
Money, hoes, and clothes, bitch, you know the rest, uh
Whip, whip, whip, it’s in the wrist
I ball, bitch, everything I shoot go in the net, huh
With the fish, getting chips, uh
I split your wig, split your wig, uh
I might cop myself a Benz, I’m about to be so fucking big
It was like when Kim was fucking BIG, woo
I should have on Brooklyn Mint, bitch, I look intense
This is shit that says that you’s a pimp
Your lady pulled the biz, but you wasn’t the advance
What she told this nigga, I’m just a friend
I prefer the fox furs
My posture like Kevin Costner, shrimp and lobster, uh
Drop top, flying spurs, we burners with the silencers
Boy, your future not looking promising, Marc, nigga