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twin s (acg) - let's go lyrics

we’re driving slow
i’ve got my eye on that road
the back of the car is full but the passengers empty, you’d think he’s alone
i’m with h in the back of the ride just waiting, lurking, leaning low
that corn weren’t meant for him, but he still got shot that’s passive smoke

i’d rather die than snitch; i’m loyal, i took my oath (aye)
ever since s & h went jail, that crime rate dropped on road (they know)
put that brick in a slab, then roll my sleeve and cover my nose
i ain’t dealin’ hope, but with the skeng, i’m out therе sn+tching souls (bow bow)

i’m with h in the ride; it’s silent (shh)
but thе love that we share is priceless
i hopped out the left; he hopped out the right
then we both just slapped off firing (bow)

she don’t believe i’m violent; shorty thinks i’m sweet
017, i was outside with a bulletproof vest and a skeng
dem times, it was world war 3

i don’t get drunk, i don’t smoke weed, i don’t take pills, and i don’t drink lean
i’m sober, when i grab the revolver, turn man over and flee that scene
my muslim ting’s miskeen
i’m in dubai in a lambo truck; when i step on the gas, scream acg
free all da team
sh+t den, how many guys got bun?
first time i done that booting, i done that bait then run back home to my mum
before i fell in love with a b+tch, i fell in love with a gun
don’t be dumb, 50 racks in a gucci bag
i’ll pull on her hair, and f+ck that b+tch, den watch her cum

aye, turn that corner (aye)
oh wait, who’s dat der? spin it (skrrt)
he never saw my face, but he knows it was s or h that did it (my brudda)
aye, park that whip right der
lights off, don’t act suspicious
i asked young twin, “are you ready?”
and he said, “of course, i’m wid it.”

aye, let’s circle that block, let’s go (lets go)
i could have hopped on the ride from far, but i made sure i got up close (aye aye)
my n+gga hercules so wham, come like the incredible hulk (my brudda)
show my face when i done it, just so it lets man know (its me) he’s there, let’s go (x2)

you know how it goes; these bootings are coming like tit+for+tat
but what do you call it when you get shot and don’t even try come back?
my man talk that talk; when i caught him, he didn’t wanna stop for a chat
but it’s calm, ‘cause i don’t even blame him; he knows what’s next, like that’s so raven

i slapped that corn from near, then i slapped that corn from far (aye)
i slapped that corn from range, and he tried to run off but got hit in his arm (bow)
put that whip in reverse, then drive off slow (slow)
don’t cause no scene
from the tints, can’t see the machine
got blood on my hands, but they still look clean
like who, what, where, and when? (who, who)
put two inna skeng
i locked my sights on one, when he gets hit, i’ll hit man’s friend (aye, aye)
they said it was acg;
it was probably h or s
i don’t even need that drop; i’ll get round der on a random flex

that traffic light turned red
when the traffic light turned green
then a paigon boy affi dead (bow bow)
i’m a beckton boy; that’s beckton bandits, acg, nuff said
i came out the jail with a smile on my face
like trident waiting for me at the gates on my first day outta da feds

aye, let’s circle that block, let’s go (lets go)
i could have hopped on the right from far, but i made sure i got up close (aye aye)
my n+gga hercules so wham, come like the incredible hulk (my brudda)
show my face when i done it, just so it lets man know (its me) he’s there, let’s go (x2)

we’re driving slow
i’ve got my eye on that road
the back of the car is full but the passengers empty, you’d think he’s alone
i’m with h in the back of the ride just waiting, lurking, leaning low
that corn weren’t meant for him, but he still got shot that’s passive smoke

- twin s acg lyrics

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