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twista & do or die - withdrawal lyrics

[verse 1 – ak]
i get to bustin’ at anything, got plenty beans
by any means, it’s the american c0ke-flow
simply cover xo, motherf’rs be duckin before i let the tech go
you know a fatality when n-gga try to tattle on me, i just ? on my anatomy ? get caught in the cross-fire, and let it ride, the other side to side, we can collide, i can provide two lumps like a camel
fully pumps with poles like the sapranos, motherf’er we not on the same panel, shooting up everything like a n-gga was rambo, get a sample, leave him in the alley like some d-mn clothes
you, you now fuc’in with the best, but never the less, a couple of necks to get the rounds off, feeling like a couple of (?) off, you can listen to the sound of the pound-(?), dramatic and under compatible, ????, with data-flow, eradicate my foes, then i hit him from his head to his toes
look how my n-ggas and b-tches be tellin a n-gga that he cold, look how my n-ggas and b-tches be tellin a n-gga that he flow
a couple of head-shots a couple of red-dots, n-ggas be petrified for homicide to the sea, motherf’rs fit’in to bleed, my pedigree, to murder my enemies, never let a n-gga leave then, never let a n-gga breath
get ride of the residue and put a couple of stacks on his whole team forehead
fuc’in with .40 cal, hit him for 40 miles, i got 140 styles, and i flow like the nile, ooo-child
he get it in like a .50 clip, make a couple of motherf’r do 50 flips
look how he shooting with the motherf’in pistol grip, and for the f-ck of it, if its the feds, i ain’t touchin’ sh-t
put him in a casket, basket, leave him in the motherf’in acid, it can get more drastic

hitta make it go, “cl!ck cl!ck”
flip another clip for that bullsh-t
put it in a row like a pulpit
motherf’r get barricade? ill pull it!
you don’t want it with the don dada
burn a motherf’r like lava
hangin out the window with the motherf’in chopper…

[hook 2x]
from adrenaline rush
alpha-omega
this is a withdrawal
this is a withdrawal
from adrenaline rush
alpha-omega
this is a withdrawal
this is a with…

[verse 2 – twista]
your days is over, i’m in a rage, finna blaze
like i’m up in a f-ckin’ rave with soldiers
about to amaze and hold ya
from the grave i raise ya
like i’m paid to serenade a cobra
the time when i’m rappin’ is over…
ain’t it? dammit! sh-t!
i think i could sustain it, and i spit
since motherf-ckers gon’ take it for granted, then
i think i’mma have to break that b-tch!
i can lyrically do the impossible
flew in through follicles, you feel it?
i’m who would’a followed you
crew would’a bothered you when i’m known for
bruisin’ an obstacle, do in a lot of you
when i flow congruent to modules
this lava’s the music comin’ out of it
showin’ you motherf-ckers how to spit
get on a beat and show you what you can get out of it
give you the realest and then some of the counterfeit
pesos, got me workin’ in my day clothes
got into it because they chose
they wanna +try me+ like dej loaf
steppin’ in my giuseppe zanottis when i’m
yellin’ ‘hey hoes’ like a tourist
style be the purest
wishin’ every time that you see me you’re as
fresh as me but you can never be so i’mma let it be
especially if i be in a lamborghini urus
twista

[hook]

[verse 3 – belo]
i’m hopin’ to cause static
bet you gon’ feel it when i hit you with automatics
give you a pump to the chest like asmathic
make a motherf-cker feel it like he never never had it
if i had to.. run up on a n-gga
hit him with hollow tips
get rocked if you bigger
even if i catch you on the porch with your b-tch im gonna let the eagle fly, 30 shots when i rock on you n-gga
black-tinted creep up the ?ghost-venice, black skully, bomb in and tossed in it
fridays up, red road? fill the car full of lead, with your boys in it
like a n-gga won’t hit you with the pump, rip pump, pump when i dump then a skunk
black tims, black rims, white b-tch given head in a black benz god d-mn!
4 house, 5 houses – no house, fuc with us know my n-ggas goin all out, trap lying we ain’t got to buy em all out, going to ball out, drink hen’ till i fall out…

[bridge]
these b-tches
we all in the club
f-ck with a n-gga
we gon’ show no love
uh, no love, no love, no
– if a n-gga get static
no love, no love
-thirty shots from the automatic, uh

[hook]

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