Twister - Neji, AD.

Let’s take a trip through my mind and see what we find

Start from the beginning (Whoo)

Man, you know what the fuck goin' on

Ha-ha-ha

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on baby, y’all niggas really sleep, on God)

Call me AD, hold the don dada (Whoo)

I got bitches back-to-back, like I move Prada (Bitches)

Niggas talk on the 'net, that be straight rubber (Yeah-ah)

Pullin' up with eight G’s like I’m Rick Ross (Ooh, baby)

I be rockin' inside the, call me Kristoff

I make my own flow, but I switch off

Right hand, left hand, it’s a cookoff

Once a nigga bust a nut, bitch, I get soft

While I’m changing the A, I’m a big dog (Uh)

And I ain’t never had a word, bitch, I lift off

Huncho, (Huncho) Hundo (Hundo)

Baby want those

Foreign (Foreign) we glowin' (glowin')

Lik AD, (AD) we be knowin' (What?)

Hundred on my wrist, hundrd in the bag

Got a lotta chicken, got a lotta cash (Cash)

I be fuckin' hoes, I don’t gotta brag (I don’t gotta brag, nigga)

I’m at the 505 or I be in the lab (In the lab, nigga)

Pop the seal, get some ice in a double cup (Double cup)

Twist up, spark up, yeah, we getting lit as fuck (Lit as fuck)

Talk turnt up, in the stu' wit' a bag of (Bag of)

Drop another verse like I’m 'bout to go fuck it up (Fuck it up)

30K on a flight, and it’s first-class

All gas, straight to the face and we don’t pass

Slim waist and a fat ass, she tryna get a nut (What?)

I don’t really care about it, I’m just tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)

Hennessy come through, yeah, we gonna fuck it up

Blow a bag on a bitch then run it up (Rrraow)

Ooh, nasty (Nasty)

You know these ho movin' nasty (Holla)

She tryna slide on the first night (Holla)

She try to fuck me the same night

Pass it to my nigga Cobra but he don’t want it

on 'em, hold on, wait (You don’t drink coffee?)

Hold on, wait

You don’t drink coffee?

Double cup full, I be sippin' on Wockey

Two bitches on me, I tell 'em get off me

Blick on my waist, told her come and disarm me

Yo' blick is jamming like ah, ah, ah, ah

That’s what I punch

Yo' girlfriend, she tried to fuck with the kit, but I tell her

I got the stacks

I gotta talk all that shit, get you wack

All of my niggas, you messin'—

It’s a one-deuce deuce, nigga, know what you rap

No, this ain’t Nike, but we still gettin' checks

Man, fuck all that flexing, you know we winning shit

And you know how we comin', gettin' lit, then we dip, ayy (Ayy)

Tell 'em run it back

Gang in this bitch, tryna touch another hundred racks (On me, nah)

While we gettin' all these millions, yeah, yeah, yeah

Y’all niggas sleep, hol' up

We takin' W’s, goin' through deep, uh

Getting three P’s, wait

I’m goin' full charge, hol' up, wait

Niggas talkin' like they wit' it, but they shouldn’t now

I don’t really care about it, nigga, I got bust-downs (Brrrrr)

Big whip, and it’s front now

I don’t really care about it, nigga, I [?}

Bitch-ass nigga, you already know the fuckin' deal, nigga (Fuck you talkin'

bout?)

Told y’all niggas quit playin' with us, bitch-ass niggas (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)