Couch Potato, Cash - Twinz lyrics
[Couch Potato, Cash - Twinz lyrics]
Get ready for the force when I bring it back
To real spittas that deal facts
That's real rap
Stand back if you too yellow belly
Too get on my level too mellow in the cut
Pulling strings like Geppetto
Seen fellows rapping about all
Their style and potential but they wack
Edible and lack credible credentials
Got props in the ghetto where
My chemistry is spreading
They're too elementary to knock
Out of my element
Competition is nonexistent to me, see
Murder tracks every time
Every line is a crime scene
Different lyrical bullets identical
In bringing influence
Killing a tune, bringing life to it
Like a miracle of syllables
I'm giving you a minute to
Hear an original before hitting the pinnacle
Now I gotta buzz and
I'm catching hella traffic
Yellow badges out tryna red
Light my green stacking
Yellow taped the verse
Sent a hearse full of body bags
Kicking like karate class, or a shotti blast
Every syllable on a mission to
Kill and get my loot with clips
That make them niggas skip
To the motherfucking loo black masks
Black bats hit them with the rhythm
Popping caps in a cats
Ass for capital backlash
Can't hold us back, you can hold these
Only look in my direction when
You catch a nosebleed
My drive is hard, titanium truck
Hard as putting out a forest
Fire with a wet sponge
And I'm running with a hungry army
We got all these other artist
Praying we gon stumble
But we gon come out on top regardless
Ammunition kicking what the
Crack heads sniffing
Sick spitting with an addiction
To musical tradition
Yea and you don't stop
'Cus we bout to kill the game
Put these lames in a box
Yea and you don't stop
Man you better fall back
When Couch Potato drop
Yea and you don't stop money Gang
CMC we got this rap shit locked
Yea and you don't stop
I do a 187 on your motherfucking block
See I came to rock the mic
You can try to act like you half as nice
You either hard or not, no hermaphrodite
We take the game from these
Lames and hold it right
I hold company with the greatest spittas
They show love for me
If you scared nigga, hold a teddy bear
I hear it's comforting
If you not running with me
I think you better run from me
Like Whoppi having a baby
This shit is bound to get ugly
It isn't for the weak I say
Grind hard ain't sleep in the past two days
Like a nigga won't eat if I
Don't get paid if it's beef, i'm bring A1
Bring it on nigga
I'm spitting that heat no Lebron
The war is on
I'll make sure you're gone for the
Last quarter of the song
Gravity keeps nagging me like
How u gon defy me?
Fly that's why them niggas try to do me grimy
Mad cause you invisible
Could a made a minute rhyme
Put him in critical
Really tho never mind them I'm winning
So your girl wanna be in my new video
Bumping this through my stereo
That real music sound
Rhyming on the beats till I'm
Rolling with the top down
To real spittas that deal facts
That's real rap
Stand back if you too yellow belly
Too get on my level too mellow in the cut
Pulling strings like Geppetto
Seen fellows rapping about all
Their style and potential but they wack
Edible and lack credible credentials
Got props in the ghetto where
My chemistry is spreading
They're too elementary to knock
Out of my element
Competition is nonexistent to me, see
Murder tracks every time
Every line is a crime scene
Different lyrical bullets identical
In bringing influence
Killing a tune, bringing life to it
Like a miracle of syllables
I'm giving you a minute to
Hear an original before hitting the pinnacle
Now I gotta buzz and
I'm catching hella traffic
Yellow badges out tryna red
Light my green stacking
Yellow taped the verse
Sent a hearse full of body bags
Kicking like karate class, or a shotti blast
Every syllable on a mission to
Kill and get my loot with clips
That make them niggas skip
To the motherfucking loo black masks
Black bats hit them with the rhythm
Popping caps in a cats
Ass for capital backlash
Can't hold us back, you can hold these
Only look in my direction when
You catch a nosebleed
My drive is hard, titanium truck
Hard as putting out a forest
Fire with a wet sponge
And I'm running with a hungry army
We got all these other artist
Praying we gon stumble
But we gon come out on top regardless
Ammunition kicking what the
Crack heads sniffing
Sick spitting with an addiction
To musical tradition
Yea and you don't stop
'Cus we bout to kill the game
Put these lames in a box
Yea and you don't stop
Man you better fall back
When Couch Potato drop
Yea and you don't stop money Gang
CMC we got this rap shit locked
Yea and you don't stop
I do a 187 on your motherfucking block
See I came to rock the mic
You can try to act like you half as nice
You either hard or not, no hermaphrodite
We take the game from these
Lames and hold it right
I hold company with the greatest spittas
They show love for me
If you scared nigga, hold a teddy bear
I hear it's comforting
If you not running with me
I think you better run from me
Like Whoppi having a baby
This shit is bound to get ugly
It isn't for the weak I say
Grind hard ain't sleep in the past two days
Like a nigga won't eat if I
Don't get paid if it's beef, i'm bring A1
Bring it on nigga
I'm spitting that heat no Lebron
The war is on
I'll make sure you're gone for the
Last quarter of the song
Gravity keeps nagging me like
How u gon defy me?
Fly that's why them niggas try to do me grimy
Mad cause you invisible
Could a made a minute rhyme
Put him in critical
Really tho never mind them I'm winning
So your girl wanna be in my new video
Bumping this through my stereo
That real music sound
Rhyming on the beats till I'm
Rolling with the top down