OBEY The Kidd - Loony Twiinz (feat. TYB Bando)

Yeah we pull up, yeah we slidin
Your bitch wanna fuck wit me but i dont got the time and
That bitch is a treech yea
You know ima leave her
If you wanna play wit me we go up like a nina
Dog her on first date because you know shes not a keepa
Maybe that's just me i'm wasting time n smokin rifa
Ima leave him bleedin if he talkin he could meet up
Lying wit a smile you about get your teeth punched
Okay i change it up these bitches just wanna fuck
Ion even know but ion care because we finna fuck
But you know that im protected
These bitches be reckless
Ima take my mama out n you know we take trips
Cause these bitches aint shit
N i hope to make it big
Cause i wanna get this money take my family out this shit
We be struggling for so long
This shit gotta change quick
New year, new me
But its still the same shit
And i'm hitting on this weed
I bet it's gone make your lungs start hurtting
Straight talking in cursive the purpose to make these bitches nervous
When they all take pictures they perfect
But not under the surface
Find a wealthy pussy not taking from what you earning
People always lying to me i finally learned
But i'm tryna make a capital so keep that expectation
Im a menace on the dance floor
Wit blood up on my lip
Call myself tasmanian devil the way i spin
Off this backwood full of poison you pussys cant take a hit
Walking feeling nauseous wide awake but got no conscience
Cause i'm drinking too much n this torch scorched up in my lungs
If im dodgin on your kisses you bitches should take a hint
Cause a mistress takin money, n my missions to get me rich
We wanna make it big, and do it all with the clique
I aint loyal to the mall but im loyal just to my bitch
I be killing myself with these drugs they got me sick
Like why i gotta do this for so long i gotta walk it out
Babygirl you fucking up my count, just shut your mouth
I just wanna get the money, Yeah
And the fucking clout
That bitch she be talking bout me but ion know her now
But you know i dogged her out, these bitches be running mouth
Met Up with my brother we chillin up at my granma house
Crack open the bottle of weed we finding peace for now
I just need a little snow bunny the type that doesnt bounce
Body count go back down to one the last one doesn't count

Written by:
Alan Macias

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