Big Scoob, Rappin Twan, Skatterman, Krizz Kaliko - Twistin Yay lyrics
Krizz Kaliko [Kansas City, Missouri, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Big Scoob, Rappin Twan, Skatterman, Krizz Kaliko - Twistin Yay lyrics]
OK twistin' yay, you know?
Mixin' it up, splittin' it up
Deliverin' it like take-out food
And not giving a fuck
From the north side to the south side
Twistin' yay is the way of life hustlin'
Bound together by niggas that's known
To break 'em off something, give it to me
Yeah, I'm on the grind
Getting cheese like the rats do
You niggas eating peanuts like cashews
I do it tripple XL like Big Scoob
That's the homie though, you niggas phoney
Bro
I'm like a boss in the town like Barack is
All they really wanna know is
Who shot the kid?
But um that's a different story
Different day
I'm on the block, and I'm twistin' the yay
And um the bitches say "There they go again"
My raps like
They call it Strange Music 'cause
We some major factors
You niggas on some bullshit
I call you all actors and cut the grass low
Shit, all I really know
Is gettin' cash everyday, bro
And I don't know my nigga
I fuck with the killers on the grind
Gettin' scrilla sing it
Wanna know where I'm gone all day?
When I'm gone away I been twistin' yay
I'm a Kansas City gritty committee
To my paper chace, I do this all day
Yeyey-yeyey twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yey twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey twistin' yey
I be out there on some grown man
Chasing that paper from the dime to the bay
We be twistin' that yay
Got me chefin' up that good dope (good dope)
Hitter quitter
Tryna spit it for the hood folk
From the middle where it's gritty
And it's so loc
Killa City, that's my city and it's no joke
From the gutter where we suffering
It's no hope
Be so quick problem with that gun smoke
Take my wisdom
And I push it with a pen and pad
Spit that yola soda, best you ever had
Strange Music, how I move it
And I push it swell
Put that butter on these suckers
And they can't tell little business
I ain't got to move with the night
I use words
Bring my gutter life to the light
If I'm missing and my face ain't on the scene
I let the homie Kali tell it
When he starts to sing nigga sing
Wanna know where I'm gone all day?
When I'm gone away I been twistin' yay
I'm a Kansas City gritty committee
To my paper chace, I do this all day
Yeyey-yeyey twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yey twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey twistin' yey
Same clothes for three days in the dope spot
Different game, same grind to put you on top
Hustle and dedication, determanation and grit
When I was young
I used to serve on the strip
I guess I came a long way from
Pushing packs of the pure stuff
To 65 singles, blowing purple on the tour bus
Skatter and Big Scoob with
Krizz Kali and Kutt
Tech probably somewhere with a slut
You see way before music and
The Snake and the Bat
I used to throw Blood signs
With Jason and Raf
Twistin' yay all day, tryna chase me a stack
300 white bitches chasing me back
Feeling guilty
'cause a kid said he missing me
This night in Georgia, next night Tennessee
I change lanes from the kitchen
Let them cakes cook
And serve the flows to my fiends on Facebook
Wanna know where I'm gone all day?
When I'm gone away I been twistin' yay
I'm a Kansas City gritty committee
To my paper chace, I do this all day
Yeyey-yeyey twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yey twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey twistin' yey
Mixin' it up, splittin' it up
Deliverin' it like take-out food
And not giving a fuck
From the north side to the south side
Twistin' yay is the way of life hustlin'
Bound together by niggas that's known
To break 'em off something, give it to me
Yeah, I'm on the grind
Getting cheese like the rats do
You niggas eating peanuts like cashews
I do it tripple XL like Big Scoob
That's the homie though, you niggas phoney
Bro
I'm like a boss in the town like Barack is
All they really wanna know is
Who shot the kid?
But um that's a different story
Different day
I'm on the block, and I'm twistin' the yay
And um the bitches say "There they go again"
My raps like
They call it Strange Music 'cause
We some major factors
You niggas on some bullshit
I call you all actors and cut the grass low
Shit, all I really know
Is gettin' cash everyday, bro
And I don't know my nigga
I fuck with the killers on the grind
Gettin' scrilla sing it
Wanna know where I'm gone all day?
When I'm gone away I been twistin' yay
I'm a Kansas City gritty committee
To my paper chace, I do this all day
Yeyey-yeyey twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yey twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey twistin' yey
I be out there on some grown man
Chasing that paper from the dime to the bay
We be twistin' that yay
Got me chefin' up that good dope (good dope)
Hitter quitter
Tryna spit it for the hood folk
From the middle where it's gritty
And it's so loc
Killa City, that's my city and it's no joke
From the gutter where we suffering
It's no hope
Be so quick problem with that gun smoke
Take my wisdom
And I push it with a pen and pad
Spit that yola soda, best you ever had
Strange Music, how I move it
And I push it swell
Put that butter on these suckers
And they can't tell little business
I ain't got to move with the night
I use words
Bring my gutter life to the light
If I'm missing and my face ain't on the scene
I let the homie Kali tell it
When he starts to sing nigga sing
Wanna know where I'm gone all day?
When I'm gone away I been twistin' yay
I'm a Kansas City gritty committee
To my paper chace, I do this all day
Yeyey-yeyey twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yey twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey twistin' yey
Same clothes for three days in the dope spot
Different game, same grind to put you on top
Hustle and dedication, determanation and grit
When I was young
I used to serve on the strip
I guess I came a long way from
Pushing packs of the pure stuff
To 65 singles, blowing purple on the tour bus
Skatter and Big Scoob with
Krizz Kali and Kutt
Tech probably somewhere with a slut
You see way before music and
The Snake and the Bat
I used to throw Blood signs
With Jason and Raf
Twistin' yay all day, tryna chase me a stack
300 white bitches chasing me back
Feeling guilty
'cause a kid said he missing me
This night in Georgia, next night Tennessee
I change lanes from the kitchen
Let them cakes cook
And serve the flows to my fiends on Facebook
Wanna know where I'm gone all day?
When I'm gone away I been twistin' yay
I'm a Kansas City gritty committee
To my paper chace, I do this all day
Yeyey-yeyey twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yey twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey twistin' yey