"Long Live Twin" lyrics
(ELI, ELI, ELI, ELI)
See, my nigga be trappin' out abandoned buildings
We servin' that shit to the tenants
See, we both tryna go ahead and make a million
We just got some different agendas
When I fly to the city, I move like ghost
We tryna just go to the dentist
They don't know me and Twin independent
I ain't gon' see my Twin in a minute, it's crazy
See I'm out in L.A. on different occasions
I walk in the label like Reed (Reed)
I got a bitch in the back, in the back of the Maybach
She fuckin' up all of my tees
I just go fuck up the mall and I leave
I got the paper up all up in my jeans
I can't fuck with these niggas, they ain't keep it G
I ain't pay for that lil' bitty bitch, she a freak
Walk in the house full of junkies and we got a bag full of paraphernalia ('Phernalia)
I got a nigga done rappin', my nigga done trappin', he nun' but a killer
He make a nigga sing like Bryson Tiller, I tell ya
Pay the shooters and build a rebellion
Break it down and you get to the sellin' (Get to the sellin')
For them niggas it's no tellin' (No tellin')
And I can't even fuck with you niggas
You niggas is sweet like some Skittles
I get that work from the plug and my dawg
Always some' like the man in the middle
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga shut up
I ain't takin' them pictures and photos
I get racks in this shit on the low-low
I really ride with the sticks in the four-door
I really ride in the whip with the semi
I really ride until these niggas kill me
You know how I feel about losin' my feelings
Might fuck all the rap and go back to the dealin' shit
Look independent, I tell ya
Break it to pieces, then bag it and mail it
Judgin' by it she tryna send some to heaven
Look at the ice on my wrist and my face
I baguette it, we get it, we get it, we get 'em
All this paper might send him a message (Send him a message)
For them niggas it's no tellin' (No tellin')
All this Molly won't heal all the stress (Heal all the stress)
Neither will all this dope dealin' (Dope dealin')
I be shakin' this cold feelin' (Cold feelin')
I been tryna make more millions
Ain't no time for a hater
Might get the Hellcat and see niggas later, I tell ya
Wasn't supposed to see bro on the news (On the news)
We catch a nigga and we let it boom (We let it boom), I tell ya
Freshest that came out the tomb (Came out the tomb), I tell ya
My niggas clear out the room (Clear out the... clear out the...)
See I'm in this space on my own, I don't need all the fame, I'm just scared of this ghost
I ain't see my dawg in a minute, he makin' parole and we makin' a toast (Toast)
See, my nigga be trappin' out abandoned buildings
We servin' that shit to the tenants
See, we both tryna go ahead and make a million
We just got some different agendas
When I fly to the city, I move like ghost
We tryna just go to the dentist
They don't know me and Twin independent
I ain't gon' see my Twin in a minute, it's crazy
See I'm out in L.A. on different occasions
I walk in the label like Reed (Reed)
I got a bitch in the back, in the back of the Maybach
She fuckin' up all of my tees
I just go fuck up the mall and I leave
I got the paper up all up in my jeans
I can't fuck with these niggas, they ain't keep it G
I ain't pay for that lil' bitty bitch, she a freak
Walk in the house full of junkies and we got a bag full of paraphernalia ('Phernalia)
I got a nigga done rappin', my nigga done trappin', he nun' but a killer
He make a nigga sing like Bryson Tiller, I tell ya
Pay the shooters and build a rebellion
Break it down and you get to the sellin' (Get to the sellin')
For them niggas it's no tellin' (No tellin')
And I can't even fuck with you niggas
You niggas is sweet like some Skittles
I get that work from the plug and my dawg
Always some' like the man in the middle
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga shut up
I ain't takin' them pictures and photos
I get racks in this shit on the low-low
I really ride with the sticks in the four-door
I really ride in the whip with the semi
I really ride until these niggas kill me
You know how I feel about losin' my feelings
Might fuck all the rap and go back to the dealin' shit
Look independent, I tell ya
Break it to pieces, then bag it and mail it
Judgin' by it she tryna send some to heaven
Look at the ice on my wrist and my face
I baguette it, we get it, we get it, we get 'em
All this paper might send him a message (Send him a message)
For them niggas it's no tellin' (No tellin')
All this Molly won't heal all the stress (Heal all the stress)
Neither will all this dope dealin' (Dope dealin')
I be shakin' this cold feelin' (Cold feelin')
I been tryna make more millions
Ain't no time for a hater
Might get the Hellcat and see niggas later, I tell ya
Wasn't supposed to see bro on the news (On the news)
We catch a nigga and we let it boom (We let it boom), I tell ya
Freshest that came out the tomb (Came out the tomb), I tell ya
My niggas clear out the room (Clear out the... clear out the...)
See I'm in this space on my own, I don't need all the fame, I'm just scared of this ghost
I ain't see my dawg in a minute, he makin' parole and we makin' a toast (Toast)
