Twin Tigerz - Twin Tigerz

Send them shots like DOO DOO BLAW 
Keep it ducking boi I'm coming for your head 
It's the kid 
With the shits
I'm as real as real can get 
I'm on 300
Hits keep coming
Me and Nick we up to something
While the streets stay buzzing 
Sick raps by the dozen
Uh
You gon see me on that TV tho 
Uh 
Red carpet I'm look shiek ho
Uh 
Hottest poppin in NYC tho 
Uh 
Bare witness to Step C mode 
Just respect the better bro 
I am not your regular 
There ain't no competitors 
I'm coming for your jeggular
Who turned up the temperature 
I am like 800 degrees
Stand at ease 
Ima bless you just thank me right when you sneeze 
Wooo
Nick killing the beats
Alyssa said it's a breeze 
Cash money increase 
WHO WANT IT WITH ME 
Better call the police 
We disturbing the peace
You talking out yo teeth 
Get buried you fucking with BEASTS 
Cant fuck with the team Real Loud we killin shit
Yeah you know we run this bitch
Grind don't stop cause you know that we stay making hits
You whack you're career imma call it quits
I'm racing to the fame
Got me shooting like its a game
Imma lose it like I'm insane
You too pussy cause you a lame boy
I'm tryna take names like its ether
Hit you in your chest you need a breather
You and your crew don't want it neither
Hear this shit coming out your speakers
Bud I'm smoking that shit so sticky
Call StepC wheres the blicky?
Your girl all up on me licky
Got you running like its tricky
Imma be making millions
Call me Yeezus I be in it
Yankees stay on my fitted
Take yo girl cause she wit it
I'm a fucking savage I'm in your town with that heat
Thinking that you tough mothafucka take a seat
You cant compete you too basic man we too elite
I'm the type to fuck your whole career and leave you in the streets son

Written by:
Nicholas Cavaiuolo, Stephen Cavaiuolo

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