Kenzo Balla - Evil Twins

Like, what?
Ahh
Every opp shot
Like, what?
Grrah, grrah
What the fuck
Every opp shot
DOA
Ah

What the fuck, now it's lit
Driving the stoley, spinnin' through they strip
Ayo, Sha Gz, suck my dick
If I see ya' mother, I'm clippin' that bitch
If I see ya' sister, I'm kickin' that bitch
They like, "Kenzo be back on that shit"
Spot me a G, you know I gotta blitz
We gon' get him took up off the list, like
And I swear they not ready fo' war
If we get the addy, we kickin' the door
Put a nigga mother on the floor
Lotti and Molie, we don't do the war
Ten shots to his body, now that nigga soft
We ain't stoppin' 'til that nigga fall
Spin through the eight, tryna up on 'em all
We gon' show these niggas how to ball, like
If they dead, every G gettin' shot
We gon' spin and TG tryna light up the block
Every opp gettin' shot
Fuck who you wit', bitch, I'm lettin' it flock
I'ma click, it's no telling me, "Stop"
Everyone shot, I ain't lettin' you rock
So niggas better invest in a chop, like
You lost Lotti, watched him die
Ayo, Sha, why you be runnin' and shit?
They thought you was buggin' and shit
Buggin' on what? Name a thing that you did
Spin the Gates and I'm aimin' for wigs
Some niggas ain't hazard, them niggas is kids
How I be lookin' dirty in my flick?
None of y'all niggas don't got no drip, like
Ayo, Nesty, where your bestie?
Yus got hit up again, shit heavy
Why the fuck these niggas tryna test me?
I'ma start buggin', boomin' with the XD
Off the twenty, smokin' on some Mexxy
Rah-Rah got hit, the seat was lookin' messy
In the four and I'm totin' on becky
Spot me an opp in this shit gettin' deadly
Like, what? I'ma spin through the Have', no, I ain't tryna box
I ain't tryna argue wit' the opps
I'm tryna leave a nigga on his block, like
When I up, better duck from the knocks
He was too laced so that nigga got shot
Catch EK, send him wit' his pops
Everything K, they can't come to my block
5th to the Sev, EBK
When I up, better get out the way
DOA be the gang
Lil' dumb nigga got shot in his face
When I up, better pick up the pace
Adrenaline rushin' when I'm on the eight
Fuck the Gates, they ain't safe
Back out the chop, let it spray, like

Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Ahh, ahh (ahh, ahh)
Like, what?
Like, big doa
Grrah-grrah, boom

Written by:
Gor Tadevosyan, Jaylen Jackson, Treyvon Jackson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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