Slimesito, Eddie Gianni, Flex Malik - Twinsnakes lyrics

It's Surreal Gang, lil bitch evil
Welcome To Clayton County on gang
Fifty
You know how the fuck we rocking, nigga
Fifty'd up jurassic Park

I hop out the whip, niggas know I'm shooting
Two guns on me and they both exclusion
(Two Guns)
Two shooters and they pulling up in duly
(Two Shooters)
Headshot, I just hit him with the Uzi
(Headshots)
White broad down doing 'em like I'm Boosie
(Ayy)
White bitch with me and she acting bougie
(White Bitch)
New trip on me, it's gon' shoot a movie
(Trip)
Just fucked your bitch, that ho is a groupie
Golds in my mouth man, nigga
I feel like Julie
I got a slime baby but she can't be my Rubi
(Slime)
Asscat and it's singing like it's Uzi
(Asstag)
Tatted-up, nigga, now I feel like Tunechi
(Tag)

Smoking on gas, why you smoking on Tunechi?
Just fucked a bitch
Now she singing like Lucci
Fuck around you could get
Smoked like a loosie
Toting the Uzi that sing like Lil Uzi
(Gra-a-a)
These niggas clowns but my posse, they insane
(Damn)
One in the head, I put one in your membrane
Island bitch and she eating on plantain
(What)
With my Cuban, you get fried like a plantain
(Gra-a-a) swerving that foreign
I'm doing my damn thing
Me and Sito pulling up with the fire flame
Fucking that bitch 'cause I heard
She got fire brain (Damn)
Free Shad Da Shooter and BIP Liu Kang

Chopping the bricks down like I'm Lui Kang
Free the whole gang gang up in the train gang
Pull up gang beat on the block like Wu Tang
OG lame as fuck, he ain't got no stain
Shooting that stick but I ain't
At the gun range aK on me and it like Kanye
Shot him two times, now he had to die
(Two Times)
Hit him on spot then I shot his partner
(On His Partner)
Backwoods, I feel like a Rasta
Shot him in the face with him and he chopper
24 7, my trap like McDonald's (Twenty-four)
Got a big MAC but, nigga, I ain't Ronald
(On gang)
Two sticks on me, you don't want no drama
(Two sticks)
On the block with the kid like I'm Osama
Getting to the money and that's on my mama
Got a lil' bitch and that ho from Harlem

Bitch bad like Beyoncé
From Brooklyn like Jay-Z
These niggas pussy, they can't even face me
I heard that he snitching
He can't even trace me
How you gon' copy? You can't even trace me
They can't replace me
I'm number one and you just a replacement
Wrap a 'Wood up with the
Sheet then I face it knock your girl off
Better get you some braces
Now I got motherfucking blood on my laces
Stop all that capping, lil' nigga
Quit faking on Allah, fuck the law
Can't fuck with bacon
If you want pressure, lil' nigga
Let's crank it
I feel like Soulja, the Draco, we crank it
Got what I need then I might have to take it
Frighten them boys just like Freddy and Jason
No, we not fighting them
Them fire start blazing gianni