Throw It Up Twisted Black (Ft. Chyna Whyte & Yo Gotti)

[Intro: Twisted Black]
Uh-huh

[Verse 1: Twisted Black]
I got four or five hustlers that I feed on my team
That I feed on my team, that I feed on my team
And never leave the crib without a pistol in lean
Without a pistol in lean, pistol in lean
I bet I hustle harder than you do in your dreams
Than you do in your dreams, nigga, do in your dreams
I'm a killer but right now, I'm murderin' ink
I'm murderin' ink, I'm murderin' ink
Now you can catch me on the brake of a 'Vette or a Beemer
With a fine ghetto bitch that look better than Trina
She a booster, sell pussy if I threaten to leave her
And I keep her cookied up like the bitch was a keeper
Either love or hate me, either way, your boy cool with it
Better ask somebody though 'cause I'm a fool with it
(Oh, you's a snitch, nigga?) Not me
(Oh, you say you boys got that work?) Well, let me cop three
That's how we livin', nigga

[Chorus: Twisted Black & Yo Gotti]
If you a hustlin' ass nigga, throw it up
If you a gangsta ass nigga, throw it up
If you're both of these niggas, and you will squeeze triggers (Yeah, yeah)
And you don't ball niggas, throw it up (Knahmtalkin' 'bout?)
If you a hustlin' ass nigga, throw it up (I'm from the nawf, dog)
If you a gangsta ass nigga, throw it up (Ayy, this your boy, Gotti)
If you're both of these niggas, and you will squeeze triggers (You knahmtalkin' 'bout?)
And you don't ball niggas, throw it up