Twinz ft. Fruitah eh Lyrics

I'm at the top of the pyramid, I don't know nobody clearing it out

Standing on all sides of capital, they can hate, but we're not hearing it now

Buckroll

They wish they was us, they wish they was us, they wish they was us

They wish they was us, they wish they was us, they wish they was us

They wish they was us, they wish they was us, they wish they was us

They wish they was us, they wish they was us, they wish they was us

Yeah

On the block selling them dope bags

Folks mad, we out here getting that doe fast

I blow mags, bitch niggas get toe-tagged

That four flash, all you see is your past

On the block with the vest on, Teflon

Glock 19, hit your shit, your whole chest gone

Treat you like brand new clothes, you get pressed on

Pressure ain't nothing to me, I get my rest on

If it ain't about the money, then get the F on

Treat niggas like rubber bands, and get my stretch on

Make a bitch suck on my dick until her neck gone

If the coke don't come with the flakes, then it's been stepped on

Pushing weight ain't nothing to me, I get my rep on

Trying to ride that ghost ghost ride and getting my death on

Pop the trunk, all macs, kill all rats

You lie too much, aim at your hat and hit all cap

They wish they was us, they wish they was us, they wish they was us

They wish they was us, they wish they was us, they wish they was us

We light coke in the pyrex, the way we bubble up

Got the fiends all on the corner, like a team all huddled up

Shoot at your ankles, make you double dutch

Fuck a bitch, sleep with my gun, the only time I ever cuddle up

Shoot you in the jugular, murder on the regular

Either you pray or you a predator

Slide on you bitch ass niggas on the regular

Hop out, gun you down with the heckler

Run out on bullets, run you down, catch a vehicular

Manslaughter, I feel sorry for your son and daughter

Catch a body, throw the gun in water

I got OCD, I keep my guns in order

I'm an alien homie, not talking cross the border

I'm talking out of this world, you can see my aura

Yeah, the gun boom, got a clip like a half moon

30 round clip, I can shoot this bitch way past noon

Death notice, yeah it's past due

Techs loaded yeah ask fruit

I'll fa fa, little rascal

Leave you curled up like a nut, you know cash rules

I look good in my Nike Tex

Big gun in my Nike sweats

In case a op try to line me next

You don't want a box like IBF

Big slugs coming out them techs blood money coming out them jets

Fruitah eh,nigga

Agile

Capital felons bitch niggas know

We who we are

Can't fuck with us