Kenzo Balla, TG Crippy - Evil Twins lyrics

Like, what? Ahh every opp shot like, what?
Grrah, grrah what the fuck
Every opp shot dOA ah

What the fuck, now it's lit
Driving the stoley
Spinnin' through they strip
Ayo, Sha Gz, suck my dick
If I see ya' mother, I'm clippin' that bitch
If I see ya' sister, I'm kickin' that bitch
They like, "Kenzo be back on that shit"
Spot me a G, you know I gotta blitz
We gon' get him took up off the list, like
And I swear they not ready fo' war
If we get the addy, we kickin' the door
Put a nigga mother on the floor
Lotti, we don't do the war
His body, now that nigga soft
We ain't stoppin' 'til that nigga fall
Spin through the eight, tryna up on 'em all
We gon' show these niggas how to ball, like


If they dead, every G gettin' shot
We gon' spin and TG tryna light up the block
Every opp gettin' shot
Fuck who you wit', bitch
I'm lettin' it flock
I'ma click, it's no telling me, "Stop"
Everyone shot, I ain't lettin' you rock
So niggas better invest in a chop, like
You lost Lotti, watched him die
Ayo, Sha, why you be runnin' and shit?
They thought you was buggin' and shit
Buggin' on what? Name a thing that you did
Spin the Gates and I'm aimin' for wigs
Some niggas ain't hazard, them niggas is kids
How I be lookin' dirty in my flick?
None of y'all niggas don't got no drip, like
Ayo, Nesty, where your bestie?
Yus got hit up again, shit heavy
Why the fuck these niggas tryna test me?
I'ma start buggin', boomin' with the XD
Off the twenty, smokin' on some Mexxy
Rah-Rah got hit, the seat was lookin' messy
In the four and I'm totin' on becky
Spot me an opp in this shit gettin' deadly
Like, what? I'ma spin through the Have', no
I ain't tryna box
I ain't tryna argue wit' the opps
I'm tryna leave a nigga on his block, like
When I up, better duck from the knocks
He was too laced so that nigga got shot
Catch EK, send him wit' his pops
Everything K, they can't come to my block
5th to the Sev, EBK
When I up, better get out the way
DOA be the gang
Lil' dumb nigga got shot in his face
When I up, better pick up the pace
Adrenaline rushin' when I'm on the eight
Fuck the Gates, they ain't safe
Back out the chop, let it spray, like

Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Gang, gang (Every opp shot) ahh (Ahh, ahh)
Like, what?
Like, big DOA (Grrah-grrah, boom)
What the fuck

Fuck Rah, nigga dead
When I walk up, I keep one in the head
They dissin' but never got back for they dead
And Say Drilly the dirtiest Jet on the set
Can't forget a LV got shot in his neck
Buggin' and boomin', we been causin' wreck
And if I catch a Vato, leave him on his neck
Like lotta niggas got shot on they block
And they never did shit to the opps
So all of y'all niggas took shit on the hop
If y'all talkin' on bro then
We bendin' y'all block
We is not the niggas ya' can play with
Catch a opp, I leave him on the pavement
Flockin' at niggas every situation
Ballin' for JB, I know that I'm sanctioned
He got shot tryna talk up on C-Hii
This real life, no, you can't rewind
We do a drill, no one gettin' left behind
Dead off the wock
I just poured me like three limes
Niggas know how I rock in this bitch
I told you I keep me a chop in this bitch
If you try to run up
Then I'm flockin' this shit
I be happy to take me a opp off the list
Keep a knock everywhere that I go
Bando, you pussy, ya' sister a hoe
How you lettin' her fuck on your bro?
If that was me
Tdot would've been on the floor
Dead, that nigga would've been shot
Catch Move Look, his body gon' drop
Everything dead, nigga, everything shot
If he's yellin'
"What's gunnin'" I'm lettin' it flock
Fuck that, Rah got me laced
Lotti got poked then he fell on his face
What the fuck is a 8th to the Gate?
If ya' link wit' the 4's, man
This shit isn't safe
Fuck that, everything dead, lil' nigga
You jackin' them niggas
You dead wit' them niggas
You can't even get back wit' them niggas
Never lack, keep one in the head, lil' nigga

Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom every opp shot, ahh
Ahh, like, what? Like, big DOA
Grrah-grrah, boom