li twan Songtext
von LAZER DIM 700

Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck

Now you wanna text, you sound like lil′ twin
I don't got no fuckin′ munyun, I got a Gen
You troll me, I'm not entertained, that's the end
Come to mini stop, fuck is you sayin′?

Told to spin, he′s talkin' ′bout "It depends"
Fine shit peep, how she's buzzing me in
Call the hotbox, let my cuz and them in
Lil′ twin mad as fuck, he got an ugly lil' friend

Nigga tapping now, lil′ buddy, we win
Nigga think I'm broke down, just to begin
Let me hit the zaza, let me see twin
I come from the country, we're selling pecans

I run into some fine shit every weekend
"How you get your hair like that?", nigga, these free-forms
Hit a lil′ za′, lil' za′ got me reborn
Still fuck fine shit, don't even need Trojans


Blicked in the Uber, a young nigga armed
Late for the meet, I ain′t set my alarm
Mini stop trap spot, this shit like a weed farm
Fine shit don't want me to skate, she′s like, "Where are you going?"

Keep dropping hot shit, I'm already knowin'
Nigga tie down lil′ twin, we already won
My shows gon′ being going crazy, my shirt gon' get torn
You said you had me a blick, could′ve sworn

12 keep on gettin' in my way, what are they doin′?
Man tryna get me munyun, I ain't goin′
Everybody got a blunt, everybody blowin'
Everybody got a fire, everybody armed

I don't even think I′m there, I′m already knowin'
Go to my mom house, eat some corn
21 and up, let me come to your dorm
I don′t even feel like goin' up, I′m just goin'

Start a mosh pit in the crowd, it′s a storm
Come to the field, nigga, come to the farm
I think this is the real, when this shit got me real geeked
Touchin' on my arm, let the fine shit feel me


Pick up the front, where your partner hit a wheelie
Roll me some za', finna′ drop that Thriller
You tell them what you do, you′re not getting realer
Visit the store, you see hella young niggas

I'm kinda′ popular, I'm not tryna post out
They ain′t even know who I was, but they know now
Nigga clout chasin' my name when he post now
I ain′t know my clip was halfway, add more rounds

Nigga want me to help make plays, need four pounds
Sometimes I gotta see his face, I joke around
Lil' twin dropped, I'm tapped in with your sound
Switch up my lo′, I be changing the trap around

Blickin′ around, when you talk, you cap down
Nigga ain't even have to ask, I pay him out
I fuck with the new Gen5, this is a black nine
You′ve should've told me to pop out, I′m done sat down

12 really be scared for real, don't back down
"What kind of hoodie you′re wearin'?" This is the black kind
I don't know shit, you know I got a bad mind
I ain′t go to sleep, I ordered me a hash-brown
Hit me some za′ in that Thriller like last time
Last pack I'm done ran through it
Nigga went up and lil′ twins knew it

Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck