[Intro: 3OhBlack & HB The Engineer]
Twysted Lyrxo, baby
HB
Ayy, HB, what it do?
3Oh, what it do, my nigga?
They done put a nigga on the intro
Everything ghost, pull up in a Ghost
Give that bitch D, then I turn into Casper the Ghost, you hear me?
Whole lotta, lotta, lotta, matter fact, I ain’t even bouta
Let’s get into this shit, you hear me?
3Oh
Ayy, leg
Hey, hey, hey
[Verse 1: 3OhBlack & HB The Engineer]
I made twenty thousand dollars yesterday and I ain’t even jump up out the bed
Bag a leg, take her in the telly, got the bed rocking like I’m Fred
Barney rubble, ridin' in a bubble, but it's stolen, watching for the feds
Made twenty thousand dollars yesterday, little boy, you heard what I said
You came in this rap game to play
I came in this rap game to get out them trenches
Some niggas, they mad, 'cause I did it, they can’t
Wet up his block, make him do it for saint
Ah, shit, why your bitch? She keep watching me
Hop on a jet everyday, 'cause they clockin' me
They be like
"Yesterday you was in Cali"
Now I’m in D.C. with gang in the alley
You ain’t never hit three states in one day just to get a check
Drop the top when I pull up in the 'Vette
Sloppy toppy, I don’t want me no sex
Give me that mouth, then I’m back in the stu'
Me and Shitty turn your block to a zoo
Watch me pull up with them lions and bears
Circle small, I don’t fuck with no square, ayy
I’m out in Cali with HB and Ant
Leggin' or nah, I be making 'em chant
I’m in the hills, I ain’t talkin' 'bout Grant
Bagged that lil' bitch, then we pull up in Beverly
Give her good D like my name Patrick Beverley
Wrestle with the work, they calling me Kane
Don’t wrestle with niggas, just aim at they brain
I’m really with the shits, so stay in your lane
Twysted Lyrxo, baby
HB
Ayy, HB, what it do?
3Oh, what it do, my nigga?
They done put a nigga on the intro
Everything ghost, pull up in a Ghost
Give that bitch D, then I turn into Casper the Ghost, you hear me?
Whole lotta, lotta, lotta, matter fact, I ain’t even bouta
Let’s get into this shit, you hear me?
3Oh
Ayy, leg
Hey, hey, hey
[Verse 1: 3OhBlack & HB The Engineer]
I made twenty thousand dollars yesterday and I ain’t even jump up out the bed
Bag a leg, take her in the telly, got the bed rocking like I’m Fred
Barney rubble, ridin' in a bubble, but it's stolen, watching for the feds
Made twenty thousand dollars yesterday, little boy, you heard what I said
You came in this rap game to play
I came in this rap game to get out them trenches
Some niggas, they mad, 'cause I did it, they can’t
Wet up his block, make him do it for saint
Ah, shit, why your bitch? She keep watching me
Hop on a jet everyday, 'cause they clockin' me
They be like
"Yesterday you was in Cali"
Now I’m in D.C. with gang in the alley
You ain’t never hit three states in one day just to get a check
Drop the top when I pull up in the 'Vette
Sloppy toppy, I don’t want me no sex
Give me that mouth, then I’m back in the stu'
Me and Shitty turn your block to a zoo
Watch me pull up with them lions and bears
Circle small, I don’t fuck with no square, ayy
I’m out in Cali with HB and Ant
Leggin' or nah, I be making 'em chant
I’m in the hills, I ain’t talkin' 'bout Grant
Bagged that lil' bitch, then we pull up in Beverly
Give her good D like my name Patrick Beverley
Wrestle with the work, they calling me Kane
Don’t wrestle with niggas, just aim at they brain
I’m really with the shits, so stay in your lane
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