Rob Fetta - Twin Flow (feat. Nate Fetta) Lyrics

I been thumbing through these hunnish,
Young N**** ride round with paper cuts,
See dem blue lights but this winding' shit,
No point in chasing us, yea that lil shit there be coo
But I wanna slide, big body truck,
I'm da highest in da room, pour up sum mo,
Not fried enough, u want smoke lil bru?
Lets do it, catch his ahh, lets roll em up
I been tap in with da gang, we make sum Pape,
Den throw it up, know da drum be jamming,
Sometimes told lil twin, don't fill it up,
It ain't cheating unless I do it twice.
Don't know why yo feelings hurt,
Lil bro crashing off da pill,
U say one word, he get to tweaking,
Pop outside, u see that chain on me
You'll think lil Nate anemic,
But I keep that fye on me,
I be damn near overheating,
Don't know why
Tripping bout that hoe
You know she f*ckin demon,
No I can't be thinking wit my dick,
I know dis lil hoe scheming,
Ride round mask up, trynna catch a nigga.
It's hunting season, I been roundin round,
Wit dem smackers,
N**** promise they'll delete ya,
How you don't know how to work the pot?
I promise I'll teach ya