xhulooo - twitchn lyrics
[intro]
ayy, ayy (yeah), ayy, ayy (yeah, yeah)
ayy, ayy (yeah), ayy, ayy, ayy (uh)
ayy, ayy (yeah), ayy, ayy (uh, yeah)
ayy, ayy (yeah), ayy, ayy, ayy (brr)
[chorus]
(yeah)
racks got me trippin’ (trippin’)
couple bands on the drank, i’m not even sippin’ (uh, yeah, yeah)
can’t mess with no rats, so don’t come round me if you snitchin’ (yeah)
he off a perc’ and he itchin’ (yeah)
chop’ hit his body, he twitchin’
sp+ceship sittin’ outside right now, when i hop in it i do the dash (skrrt)
run to that money like flash, yeah, i got a whole lotta cash (yeah, yeah)
i got it comin’ in fast (woah)
i be in first place, you be in last
bro put the glock to his face if he flag (yeah)
yeah, top speed up in this scat (up in this scat)
chain swingin’ like spider+man
they say i’m hot, need a fireman (need a fireman)
these rappers suck, need a writer, man (need a writer, man)
roll up a j, let’s get higher, man (uh, let’s get high)
b+i+t+s like i’m tyga, man
i got a stick, not a fighter, man (uh)
that boy be cap, he a liar, man (uh)
i’m ’bout to burn out the tires, man (yeah, on god)
diamonds on the back of this cuban, but i’m not playin’ baseball
they mad ’cause i’m winnin’ up in the cut, like i hit the eight+ball
we on your block and we spinnin’ it, leaving o’s like a bagel (uh, woah)
[chorus]
(yeah)
racks got me trippin’ (trippin’)
couple bands on the drank, i’m not even sippin’ (uh, yeah, yeah)
can’t mess with no rats, so don’t come round me if you snitchin’ (yeah)
he off a perc’ and he itchin’ (yeah)
chop’ hit his body, he twitchin’
sp+ceship sittin’ outside right now, when i hop in it i do the dash (skrrt)
run to that money like flash, yeah, i got a whole lotta cash (yeah, yeah)
i got it comin’ in fast (woah)
i be in first place, you be in last
bro put the glock to his face if he flag (yeah)
yeah, top speed up in this scat (up in this scat)
chain swingin’ like spider+man
they say i’m hot, need a fireman (need a fireman)
these rappers suck, need a writer, man (need a writer, man)
roll up a j, let’s get higher, man (uh, let’s get high)
b+i+t+s like i’m tyga, man
i got a stick, not a fighter, man (uh)
that boy be cap, he a liar, man (uh)
i’m ’bout to burn out the tires, man (yeah, on god)
diamonds on the back of this cuban, but i’m not playin’ baseball
they mad ’cause i’m winnin’ up in the cut, like i hit the eight+ball
she said she want me spend the weekend, but i’m not abel (i’m not abel)
we on your block and we spinnin’ it, leaving o’s like a bagel (uh, woah)
[outro]
ayy, ayy (woah), ayy, ayy (yeah)
ayy, ayy (yeah), ayy, ayy, ayy (yeah)
ayy, ayy (uh, uh), ayy, ayy (yeah)
ayy, ayy (yeah, huh), ayy, ayy, ayy (yeah, brr)
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