Evil Twins Lyrics – 81Hundo
Singer: 81Hundo
Title: Evil Twins
Now you see somethin’?
Now you see, now
You done f#cked up, you know that, don’t you?
See what I’m sayin’? [No, I, I thought
No, so, know what I’m sayin’
Now you done f#cked up now, you know that, don’t you?
[Ooh, it’s BlueStrip, baby
Okay, yeah
Okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, it’s smoke, huh? We gon’ make them n#gg#s quit
I’m like Tom Brady, let them boys try to blitz
I’ma throw somethin’, guarantee we up six
I know the opps can’t get the job done ’cause they too lazy
How you let off fifty-some shots, ain’t even graze me
p#ss# boy, if you scared, then just say that
And you a rookie, boy, I get the ups, it’s gon’ be crazy
Ayy, f#ck your dead homie, I wish he could die again
Oh, y’all slid? Ain’t nobody dead, b#tch, come slide again
Cliquin’ up, man, them n#gg#s scared, tryna find some friends
I’ll smoke ’em all, make the graveyard buy some land [On my mama
Yeah, n#gg# blend somethin’
How I make it out that shootout? My sh#t jam, don’t it?
Caught your homie on the yard, I put hands on him
And every time the bros catch him, they gon’ stand on it
Lonely, ridin’ with it on me
Oh, you got some bands, n#gg#, put that sh#t on me
Damn, lil’ baby done put them lips on me
Try to walk up on his whip and I don’t know him
He a ham, I’ll put him on a sandwich like bologna
Scram, they gon’ have to run, I slide
Keep on ridin’ through they turf, they don’t never be outside [They don’t never be up on they sh#t
Yeah, ayy [b#tch
This a message to the streets, you f#ck with the opps, we on you deep
Everybody strapped, it don’t matter, I’m the one gon’ shoot
Treat him like his man, shoot his bladder, he can’t take no poop
Find out where he stand, we gon’ do him like, yeah
This Glock make a n#gg# dance like a TikTok
Tick-tock, all you hear is fah-fah when that whip stop
b#tch, slide, see that lil’ rental, it’s gon’ get fish fried
Cliqued up, he was one of us until he switched sides
Caught an opp tryna run, but he didn’t make it
Brodie slid, hangin’ out that window with that Drakey
Hit all in his sh#t, and all my n#gg#s gon’ blitz somethin’
How you slide, ain’t nobody die? Ain’t even hit nothin’
Tell the opps to stop playin’ and come get busy
Work, work, work, chopper, don’t stop until you empty
Go to church, if this sh#t ain’t for you, n#gg#, say that
Opp sh#t, don’t play that, .223s push his face back
I just put my kids on a ho [Come here
Some missed her lips, now I got kids on the floor [Damn
Would hit your b#tch, but she got somethin’ and I know that
Lil’ bro Sniper Gang shootin’ sh#t, I call him Kodak
She just eat my dick, then text my phone, “Come get your soul back”
She ain’t even my b#tch, but I’ma treat her like I own that
Never gave a b#tch sh#t, so they call me stingy
This b#tch gon’ keep pushin’ out hollows ’til it’s empty
Can’t f#ck with no mouse, when I was a kid, I hated Disney
Thirty come with a glizzy, yeah, tell ’em come get up with me
I just copped a fifty, yeah, but we call ’em t#tt#es
Free my n#gg#s that’s in the fed, tell ’em f#ck the piggies, yeah
f#ck the Dracs, n#gg#
I know what the f#ck time it is, n#gg#
This that Sleazy Gang sh#t
f#ck the opps, them n#gg#s ain’t standin’ on no business
b#tch, we outside every day
Y’all n#gg#s know how we comin’, man
Grrt
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