Jacques Aroha - Twin (feat. YoshiHitYoBtch) Lyrics

I feel like Jdot, bitch, I always keep that draco when I step
If you try to step to me, my evil twin gon' take your breath
That's the opps about the members, they quickest with the belt
Mooky tried to step to me, now he know how that hot shit feel
Bro nem hittin shit for real, we been winning in that field
I called brodie up, he posted like he in the Navy SEAL
Hit a nigga in his grill, bro like nigga be for real
Show that boy that pictures, now this nigga know I did a drill
I been posted on the block when niggas tried to light the scene
I was out there in the streets when Wappo saw that purple beam
I been in the studio, man, I been tryna sign the team
I was sittin' on my ass with no paper, just smokin' leaves
You a slime a nigga out to get a couple racks, boy, you a snake
Bet not slither in my yard and you get hit up with the rakes
I ain't talkin' bout my folks, but I been slidin' in that wraith
Don't never test a gang if you don't want hollows to hit your face
Twin just keep it quiet, we don't ever wanna catch a case
I'ma keep it silent, but you know we quick to get away
Call that shit a give and go, bro pass the strap, I let it go
We was runnin' plays and runnin' bands, now that shit just for show
Call that shit a slip n' slide, the way we finna dump the iron
If he try to pull up on me, we gon make his momma cry
They like Five this shit forever, but you know I know my demon time
Mookie had got caught up with no gun, but we had .45s
My twin got the nine on him, he gon' blow for me
Stop internet talkin', come and blow somethin
Fiend snorin' white girl, now her nose runnin
I been itchin' for a lick, I'ma poke somethin
Where that shorty, let me tap, I'm a ghost hunter
Cuz livin' in the trap, he a dope runner
Know the real from the fake, yeah, I know somethin
We ain't friendly, lil' nigga, don't approach us
When we out, we be spinnin', they don't post up
Livin' life like twin, don't get no bucks
Talkin' bout Mo P, I need more bucks
Cap high, tryna talk, he ran out of luck
Thirty shots on me, I'ma make him double dutch
Get up on me, bet this heater finna come and clutch
Spoiled by my granny, so I never wanted much
Disassociated, my mind feelin' out of touch
I feel like Jdot, bitch, I always keep that draco when I step
If you try to step to me, my evil twin gon' take your breath
That's the opps about the members, they quickest with the belt
Mooky tried to step to me, now he know how that hot shit feel
Bro nem hittin shit for real, we been winning in that field
I called brodie up, he posted like he in the Navy SEAL
Hit a nigga in his grill, bro like nigga be for real
Show that boy that pictures, now this nigga know I did a drill