Ab-Soul, Fre$h, Yung Jinx - Twact lyrics

Jinx, what up, my nigga? Soulo

I get turnt, I get rowdy
Backwood full of some of the loudest!
I'm fucked up! I get wasted
That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!
I'm Twact! Twact, Twact
(I get high, she get low)
Motherfucker I'm Twact! Twact, Twact
(I get high, she get low) Motherfucker!

Uh, Twact out till I pass out
If you ain't fucking with the
Team then you assed out
Flow dope like a crack house
Bitches pill poppin'
House poppin' like a Frat House (BOOMIN)
Keep 16s like a verse, nigga
Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga
I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties
I get the dough and bring it home
To the family
See I ain't fucking with you man
If you ain't paying me
I'm from the village baby
I'm just tryna win a Grammy
Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to back
Double-cross the squad and get
Boxed like Cracker Jacks
You see the look in my eyes
So you know I'm strapped
A real Compton resident
Yeah you know I'm that
I pulled up to the function with the pack
Turnt in this bitch to the max!

My nigga I'm twact (I get high)
Turkey bag full of that gas
Nigga I'm twact (she get low)
Styrofoam cups, no glass
Nigga I'm twact (get high)
Got them bars on me, no rap
Nigga I'm twact (she get low)
I don't even know where I'm at
Nigga I'm Twact!

I just got home, boy I'm glad I made it
The Codeine got me activated
New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it
Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion
I mixed it with a whole
Lot of cannabis, mind travelling
Getting throwed like a javelin
H Town slang I done poured up a Matt Schaub
Drugs got me like woah I'mma twact raw
And now on a mission just to get some cheeks
If she don't answer when I call
Imma hit delete
I don't love these hoes at all
Boy I be with freaks
Cause they know if I fall
It's gone be asleep
And I'm back on the road sipping mud again
Tryna stay inside the lines
Like I'm coloring
The cops say "I seen you swerving
Tell me why"
I told em I ain't even gon' lie

My nigga I'm twact (I get high)
Turkey bag full of that gas
Nigga I'm twact (she get low)
Styrofoam cups, no glass
Nigga I'm twact (get high)
Got them bars on me, no rap
Nigga I'm twact (she get low)
I don't even know where I'm at
Nigga I'm Twact!

Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho
This ain't Arabian night but let
Me see your camel toe
I might even set up my camera too
Oh, do the split's on the dick like aerobics
Them other niggas talking shit but
They don't know shit
No, they ain't on and ain't on shit
Yeah they on that, I'm on this
And I don't need no necklace cause
I be off the chain and all they say is yes
When everybody know your name
Got a pack of Jet fuel that
They don't use for planes
Unless it's a metaphor for
How high I'm remaining
Seals in the cut like Navy training
Along with a couple other things
I shouldn't be naming
Eh, Long Hair Don't Care
How come I'm the most faded in here?

My nigga I'm twact (I get high)
Turkey bag full of that gas
Nigga I'm twact (she get low)
Styrofoam cups, no glass
Nigga I'm twact (get high)
Got them bars on me, no rap
Nigga I'm twact (she get low)
I don't even know where I'm at
Nigga I'm Twact!

BMB, TDE ladi dadi we likes to party
We might cause trouble
We might body somebody ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ladi dadi we likes to party
We might cause trouble
We might body somebody ah! Ah!