Evil Twins (feat. Oy Quan)

Move look, grrah

Move, grrah-grrah-grrah

Suck my dick, nigga, everything dead, nigga (War's too nasty)

Never got shot in my head, nigga

Y'all know what's goin' on

Grrah grrah, look, look

And I never got shot in my head

'Cause y'all missed (Y'all missed)

Smokin' dead niggas out the zip

You a bitch (On bro)

And I walk wit' a limp (On bro)

Ayy yo, Aye, pass me the Rip (Ayy yo, look)

And I fuck wit' some crips (Zay O, Zay)

Straight out the mitch, grrah, grrah

And you better not trip

Yell out the Flockas, yeah, you gettin' hit (On bro)

Ayy yo, Dougie

We know you a bitch, look (Grrah-grrah)

You got shot in your shit, look

When I up better move

Totin' on Kelly, this shit got a kick, move, look

I know where you at, where you live (Look)

You better not trip (Grrah-grrah), grrah-grrah

Oh shit

Evеrything dead, suck my dick, every Flocka shot

Niggas know what's goin' on

Oh shit, oh shit

Thеy be like, "Quan, you always on hots" (On hots)

Like, Dae Dae got knocked out his socks

Y'all talk on the gang

But let's speak on the facts (On the facts)

Like, Lotti got stabbed in his back

That bitch a thot and I hit from the back (From the back)

And you know we don't fuck wit' no Jects (Fuck Jects)

Yo, Quan, I said, "Move tact"

Don't try to run, put the beam on his back

I'ma flock and this shit not a cap

Like, what the fuck?

Bitch is a thot, she keep shakin' her ass

MoveLook, I move tact

The knock in my hand, this shit not gon' jam

Oh, she a thot? I'm bringin' the move (Grrah-grrah)

So tell me, what you wanna do?

(Smokin' all deads)

War's too nasty

Ayy yo, TMac, I know you was sick (You was sick)

Ayy yo, Benzo, you restin' in piss (Benzo)

MoveLook, don't trip

That's my brother, I'm takin' that risk (That risk)

And I never got shot in my head

'Cause y'all missed (On bro)

Smokin' dead niggas out the zip

You a bitch (Move, look)

And I walk wit' a limp (On bro)

Ayy yo, Aye, pass me the rip, look (Ayy yo, look)

And I fuck wit' some crips (Zay O, Zay)

Straight out the mitch, grrah, grrah

And you better not trip

Yell out the Flockas, yeah, you gettin' hit

And I never got shot in my head

'Cause y'all missed (On bro)

Smokin' dead niggas out the zip

You a bitch (Move, look)

And I walk wit' a limp (On bro)

Ayy yo, Aye, pass me the rip, look (Ayy yo, look)

And I fuck wit' some crips (Zay O, Zay)

Straight out the mitch, grrah, grrah

And you better not trip

Yell out the Flockas, yeah, you gettin' hit