Juice WRLD - Luigi (Twins) lyrics

Uh, uh, yeah uh, uh, yeah
Ayy, ayy

Fuck her in my brib, did it again
Ran up a check, I blow in the wind
Don't fuck with her friend
Bad lil' bitch came with a twin
In the back of the Benz
Everyday we gon' get it in
Come get it in, ayy bad bitch in my brib
I hit it again
Bad lil' bitch came with a twin
In the back of the Benz
Tryna make all of my ends meet
40 on my hip, fuck-nigga don't tempt me

Full clip, I made you leave it empty (Bitch)
Come and ride my dick just like a 10 speed
(Bitch)
Keep it on me, niggas full of envy (Bitch)
They know that I run it like a track meet
(Track) usain Bolt on a fuck-nigga
I don't fuck with 'em
Run up on me, I bust nigga (Grra)
Choppa on me, that's what I trust
That's what I trust nigga (Grra)
I don't love no bitch, I only lust, bitch
(Bitch)
I don't love no bitch, I only lust, bitch
(Bitch) bad bitch in my brib
Bad bitch in my brib 999, bitch

Bad bitch in my brib hella friends
Hope that that bitch got a twin in the Benz
I'm just tryna make my ends meet
40 on my hip, fuck-nigga don't tempt me
Bad bitch in my brib her with her friends
Hopefully they got a twin
In the back of the Benz
I'm just tryna make my ends meet
I'm just tryna make my ends meet, ends

Fuck-nigga don't tempt me (Uh, huh)
Hardaway, I'm balling
I'm feeling like Penny (Uh huh, swish)
That lil' bitch a eater like
She up at Denny's
And my niggas around so she got plenty (yeah)
She did the whole team wild
She blew the whole team down
I walk the whole damn town (Uh, huh)
I run the whole damn town (Uh, huh)
Bartender servin' rounds (Grra)
If I go broke then it's back
To serving Q's and pounds (Trap)
If I go broke then it's back
To serving Q's and pounds (Trap)
Try to rob me
You gon' hear a couple bullet sounds (Grra)
We'll blow you down

Bad bitch in my brib her with her friends
Hoping that that bitch in the Benz
Everyday, nigga
I'm trying to make these ends meet
40 on my hip, nigga, don't tempt me
Bad bitch in my brib her with her friends
Hopefully they got some twins in the Benz
I'm just tryna make my ends meet
I'm just tryna make my ends meet

I'm just tryna make my ends meet (yeah)
These niggas wanna kill me
Niggas wanna end me (yeah)
I already know why
'cause these niggas filled with envy
(Bitch) yeah they convince me (Uh)
That they fake, yeah, they fake
They don't get me (Grra)
Choppa get to poppin' niggas like a zit
(Grra, bitch)
Niggas talkin' stupid to me, ain't no shit
Shit (Bitch)
Hit him in his shit
After that I fuck his bitch (Bitch)
Piss up on his homie grave, tell him
"Rest In Piss" (Fuck-nigga)

From Chicago where them bullets never stop
(Uh)
From Chicago where the bodies always drop
(Grra) nonstop
Uh, nonstop