Lyrics: Lerone O. James
Music: Lerone O. James
What I do for work? I get steady income
I got twos that go to work, I call them my damn sons
That ho poke me, and suck me like Capri Sun
I got locked up in October, but I said, "Free my damn tw—"
Uh huh, yeah
I'm like, "Free my damn twin"
Might dunk on a nigga, then score it again like ****in' AND 1
I guess my sons done made some sons
I got some ****in' grandsons
Been on the run for a couple days, they got my head on ransom
I'on know this ho
She just give me face, she said I'm ****in' handsome
Boy, you is a ho and you running on fade
My niggas might ****in' pants him
ARPs, they shoot with range, I just called up my day one (yeah)
She said my VETEMENTS are clean
Baby, why you say so? (yeah)
Baby, why you say so?
Bih, why you say so?
I ain’t never had no weight, my niggas done had to make one
If he stay all in that Urus, I’m shootin’ just like a Raycon
Uh, laser beam all in Milan, sound like a ray gun
Yeah, all these bitches a waste of time
Your bro, he the fake one
Uh huh, my twin, he just passed it off, he know I’ma make one
Bitch, your ass like day 99, you is not my day one
Why you sittin’ there so surprised?
Pussy nigga, say somethin'
Turned her on, TV
Okay, take her on, freaky (uh huh)
Her new name is Kiwi
Body curvy, seaweed
She a ten, she gon’ expect tens (no)
Don’t got no friends, but at the club she dance (uh)
Don’t make no sense, our bodies getting tense
Yeah yeah, we getting tense nothing I commence (yeah)
What’s your defense? Her body’s lookin' trench
Call me nerd, the lobby’s full of kids
I'm like, "Free my damn twin"
Might dunk on a nigga, then score it again like ****in' AND 1
I guess my sons done made some sons
I got some ****in' grandsons
Been on the run for a couple days, they got my head on ransom
I'on know this ho
She just give me face, she said I'm ****in' handsome
Boy, you is a ho and you running on fate
My niggas might ****in' pants him