Hooligan Lou, LEEL$HOTTY, Yeat - Twizardry lyrics

My twizzys my twizzys my twizards yeah
Rrr mmm
Er er i be in that tonka truck
Getting head on the road
I be high off extacy drug rage at the door

Hop on a jet said fuck it we out
To New Twizeland narcotics low on amounts
I re-up it i’m a business man
I got sumn in the pouch
No kangaroo not a rat this ain’t Disneyland
I’m with skrippers in the south
I throw a honeybun I throw a hunnid bands
I was at New York fashion week your girl
Sucking the dick of anyone who rocking rick
I used to take oodle noodles to the
Oblamondata not now that I’m poppin shit
If you fuck with y e a t then you prolly gon
D i e wherever the twizards wanna step they
In the v i p
Fashion week Paris pulled up in luh tonkerz
Before I got there went a lil bonkerz
When I hit the runway I went stompers
You could say the price up ask the stonkers
Whole lotta hold it up whole lotta mula
Whole lotta hold it up whole lotta guap
Whole lotta hold it up
Whole lotta twizzy shit
Whole lotta hold it up
Whole lotta twizzy rich ugh
What speaker knocking twizzy on the
Highway before he
Popped that’s how you really know
Bumping unreleased shit
Pissing off senior citizens
You’re just a pedestrian I’m a
Rockstar really living it
Yeah yeah yeah that drop ou
All of your songs they flop ou
Yeah yeah yeah there’s opps ou
Yeah yeah yeah there’s shots ou
Yeah yeah yeah there’s Glocks ou
No you don’t make no bags yeah
No you don’t make no racks rack
No you don’t make no cash no
I was at 365 on a g65 when
I took off the dash yeah
I don’t put money before all my twizzys or
Friends no it doesn’t make sense yeah
Why you be cappin in all of your songs
No it do not impress your fans ugh
I just ran out of my perkys you know
That i canceled all of my plans ugh
Yes I got hunnids on fifties on hunnids on
Fifties ion rock no timbs on me
Yeah lil Yeat really be ridin round yeah
No that they really no aliens see
Bankroll all in my pocket that’s I limp
It yeah when I walk it yeah
No I ain’t really have no options I had
To get it you had to walk it
Get on a plane to the tropics I got some
Bands on me now they say stop it yeah
Baguettes on my wrist yeah are
Starting to leak from the
Drip cause you know that I pop it pop it
Off garnments with the vestments on my shirt
We don’t shop at Hot Topic ou
I stayed down for so gadamn long now
I do what I want to
Look how I dress the rick on my feet
Kick in your trap we up on your street
Thirty two shots if you’re fuckin with Yeat
Polls she pop that bitch is a freak
We slide in them vans we slide in them Jeeps
Hollow tips they break through your teeth
Just like Morty Rick’s right next to me
I took your shorty that bitch is a freak
I took your bitch that bitch is a hoe
Bring it back give it and go
Took them pills got the weed she wanna
Come fuck cause I got the snow
Lil shawty go super saiyan
Give me the brain like what is you sayin
She wanna fuck take a trip I’m
Trynna shop out in Japan
Pop pop pop fourty shots for a
Fuck nigga trynna test me
Me and my niggas in the hood
With them snipes just like Wesley
Got a bad ass lil Spanish bitch
And that hoe name is Leslie
When she give me that mop give me
That brain ou it get messy