Perc3m7 - twin (prodexotic) Lyrics

Buddy can't, Buddy can't come in and kick it so he sit back
He come to the kick, but he can't even kickback
Buddy can't come in and sit with the hoes
B-buddy can't buddy can't sit with the bros
See said she tryna come peel me
I gotta bad bitch, No, you can't feel me
I got the racks bitch you throw the racks in
Bitch pull up but I hit her with accent
I ain't mean to take yo hoe that shit wasn't an accident
Yo music is ass ain't getting no passes
I'm feeling like dak I throw the lob, catch it
She give me the top that shit is the bestest
That bitch is the true nature of the essence
This nigga want hand outs somebody go bless him
This lil nigga fanned out somebody go see him
Tax uh tax uh tax uh yea
I count my racks
Lil twin, I got yo back lil uh, if you got mine, then we on lil uh
Shout out exotic, this beat is exotic
Got hands on her body, she touching my privates
Got hands on her anatomy, you niggas anomaly
This nigga Kakashi gon copy the flow
Call me, kakashi I cop ya hoe
Bang out, bang out, bitch piss me off then I hang up hang up
Ain't gone too far lil bitch gotta bang out
Got a band for a nigga if he get you lil gone
Li-lil hoe won't stop calling my phone
Lil nigga duck that shit no prone
I'm off the ox, the ox, patron
I look at my phone like"please leave me alone"
You glitching my phone blowing my cell
Like Gianni yeah keep I bell
Choppa make you jingle no bell
Smoke your dead thru a bing no bong
I gotta bad ho sing my song, bet a bad bitch hop inna benzo
Bad bitch saying all my lingo uh
Bad bitch want me to link her uh
How you gon run down? you don't got no feet
How you gon talk down? you get beat
How you gonna walk down? you talk to police
I ain't ducking no bitch I'm tucking my ou
I ain't ducking no nigga I'm f*cking his boo
Might f*ck around, f*ck his sister too
I count up check I count blue
I got new racks, bitch I'm bool
I ain't hanging with y'all I'm hanging with twin
Lil nigga sent a drop we gon spin
Know you ain't gonna pull up bands gon drop off
Like the Fourth of July, the Glock gon pop off
I ain't popping no hoe, but I'm popping a bottle
Met that hoe feel I won the lotto
Set a nigga up, open backdoor
Bitch, I ran it up now you mad hoe
Nigga can't come to the kickback, get ya bitch took, give ya bitch back
Break her back just like a Kit Kat
Get her back, nigga can't get her back
Bitching bout a bitch nigga sit back
Bands on the bed, bitch I flip that