Twin Em ft. Giraa Lyrics

Love makes me sick

Ayy, niggas keep talkin' that shit, we gon' slide down they block with a motherfuckin' drako

We run the city, I got my shooters, they with me

They gon' shoot when I say so

Whole lotta bands, I got a whole lotta guap

Bitch, I'm stackin' my payroll

Run to the bag like I'm Sonic I'm flying

Nigga, this shit just a go, ay

I ain't gon' trip on no bullshit

SP, bitch, I'm on some bullshit

I cannot talk to a old bitch

Can't pay cause I don't wanna owe shit

X gon' walk in the spot

Talk shit, get hit with a dot

I can get reckless

Smack a dumb nigga, cause he was on some bullshit, nigga Chris Rock

Hop in they beat and you know I can't stop

Feel like I'm Uzi, I make your bitch pop

I got the key and I got it on lock

I got me some money, I got me a lot

He pull up on me and I shoot him on spot

That boy is my bitch and I call him my spot

I got me a lazer and I aim with a dot

I leave him for dead, yeah, he from the rot

I put up my glasses, and all I see his red

I lay him to rest like he on a bed

I did what I did and I did what I said

My chopper got eat, yeah, that boy got fed

I know I'm the best

I'm better than rest

I got me some money, abusing a check

I'm finna get verified, got me a check

And you wanna feature, you write me a check

Hold on,

They know that me and my niggas gon' get to the bag

Yeah, you know we smokin' that loud

Smoke bout a pound, we smokin' that gas

We let it off

I'ma go whip out a chopper, bitch, like we on your ass

You know we not playin'

Pull up to your crib

Yeah, we got some sticks

We aim with that spec

We empty the clip, yeah we empty the mag

And he couldn't move

I think he just lagged

I'ma go walk in the spot with a couple of racks

A nigga keep playin' and shots to the back

Extended the clip, nigga, got a new mag

Keep cloning a nigga, y'all makin' me mad

My haters like X

I know that they sad

I just flew to France, I got me jet lag

Grahhh