Twin Flow / Godfather II Lyrics
Gang, gang
I’ma cut these lines, I ain’t sniffin’ nothin’
Work my ass off, but they still [?]
Pour mud every day ’cause I come from it
She gon’ fuck the gang, you gon’ put a ring on it
I’m wrapped up in ice like my knees swollen
I’m wrapped up in ice like Durant on the game mode
You could watch a movie in the V, this the new version
This remind me, we got caviar and bone marrow
I’ma put you down, that lil’ shit right there got miles on it
I’m back at the bank, these folks really act like they tired of me
I feel like I made it, my idols say they proud of me
My lil’ bro rich as hell, feel like I could retire early
And nigga, pick a side, can’t be both of ’em
She text me paragraphs just to barrow money
These niggas be scared of jail, they turn to law enforcement
These niggas keep tryna take my swag, these niggas ain’t aura farmin’
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I’m high, I’m like a prince because I’m made for it
I’m passin’ out pay, they put me in they group chat
My son be ridin’ around like he a lil’ made boy
Got so much pape’, we trade, you wouldn’t know what to do with that
I’m with a lil’ hood bitch, she said it’s givin’ fuck Tris
I know I made it, I can tell ’cause I’m by myself
I play life like I’m faded, but I still will send you to Hell
Some hustling niggas raised me, I live loud like a cell
Never mind, can’t be yourself, geek up or be their help
I’m higher than the rest, and richer than everybody else
Nigga prayin’ for my downfall, you know you goin’ to Hell
I give that ho a general admission, not no VIP
I think I’m gettin’ worser and worser each sip
I put my bitch in Miu Miu, I ain’t goin’ no Lululemon
Don’t touch my double cup, where’s your glass? Let’s say cheers
My nigga gon’ catch this bitch, but she still gon’ kiss and tell
Gettin’ geeked my favorite hobby now
Pushin’ P in the booth, you’d probably lie
Grab a goofy on some [?]
I go burger man bad, this shit fifteen top
They be actin’ like they steppin’ shit on with they eyes closed
Yeah, ayy, ayy, this shit started, she want Chanel, now she in the mafia
Wonder if there’s no such thing as Zelle, how much they’d be proud of ya
Can’t be tricked by a Jezebel, lookin’ for an audience
I’m made, man, an artist and you look like a target
Just got back from outer space and it was news to all of us
You gotta learn how to play your place, but you really lookin’ proud of it
I got skis on the way, I got girls on the way
Top Ski
Huh, ganger Veeze
