Alon3 - Evil Twin Pt. 2 (feat. Yung Cel & B1g Ke)
Press on the shit and I stay on my evil twin
Spin on your block and I commit a sin
Fuck on your bitch and I got all the fizz
Bullets they sting like the Sprite with the fizz
You care about that bitch she for everybody
She set your ass up, you finna get body
Niggas be pussy they bunch of nobodies
Shit gon' heat up like I stay in the tropics
I stay on her mind, I'm top of the top
Fuck on your bitch and I'm blockin
Nigga I'm bossin', look at our opps and they flockin
Get to the bag and no clockin', niggas they copy my route
I think that they mocking, shoot from the three like I'm Hardin
Get out of my way ain't no pardon
Fuck it we lit, go and smoke a zip
Tell that bitch this is it
Grabbin' the AR, pussy ass niggas be runnin' from me
Get the fuck out my face
Pussy ass niggas won't let me be
Fuckin' this bitch in the back of the Bentley
Truck, I guess I'm pushin' P
All these girls are drama queens like they on TMZ
Got your main girl
And she still tryna DM me
Bout to blow up
Like it's dynamite and TNT
When she try to call
I'ma leave her on D&D
Evil twin shit, you a dummy
They crackin' these jokes, you ain't funny
Lightin' the blunt, but you smokin' your pack
Order it up, we collectin' the rent
Spendin' on who, shit we know that shit kept
Know that I spend cause I do it in laps
Smoke up that loud, smoke up that gas
I'm stuck in that closet, not holdin' it back
My twin, that's Lilo and Stitch
To the end, I'm flippin' the switch
Do the most, I kick out that bitch
I'm the host and I keep me a stick
Got me a blick and it came with a switch
With a high ass kick, on some Bruce Lee shit
Smoking my zips and I'm taking a trip
Evil twin shit, got a blade
And it came with a switch
Fuck it, we lit, go and smoke a zip
Told that bitch, this is it
Grabbin' that AR, pussy-ass niggas be runnin' from me
Get the fuck out my face
Pussy-ass niggas won't let me be
Let me be
Press on the shit and I stay on my evil twin
Spin on your block and I commit a sin
Fuck on your bitch and I got all the fizz
Bullets they sting like the Sprite with the fizz
You care about that bitch she for everybody
She set your ass up, you finna get body
Niggas be pussy they bunch of nobodies
Shit gon' heat up like I stay in the tropics
I stay on her mind, I'm top of the top
Fuck on your bitch and I'm blockin
Nigga I'm bossin', look at our opps and they flockin
Get to the bag and no clockin', niggas they copy my route
I think that they mocking, shoot from the three like I'm Hardin
Get out of my way ain't no pardon
Written by:
Dasean Morgan, Keshawn Martin, Marcel Colon
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