Don't Get It Twist - Specifics

In and out of sticky situations like a jimmy son

I picked up some chemistry and extra curriculars

Molargrit chippin stress picking up mixtures on a frozen

Plate, viscous

The smell of good cooking

Hell, good looking to the fixtures, and keep their

Heads ringing, still thinking to ourselves, looking wigger

Overtop of loud top forty, i can do better

Too hot, but the Jersey is not going anywhere soon

Guns, mercy

Some of us are in our early twenties or a bit further down

Now, murder me

Towny she curvy and her skin tawny, doggy its a shame

This scene is so gigi let’s bomb

The rap scene is the wackest scene

Jammy rolled the joint wrong

Ha, im just joking

Cause my man be on point yall

As soon as i’m vertical take some of the purple

My genuine article shirt is at the laundry mat doing circles

Waving out the windows to the public, and kiss a a baby

And show love to the neighborhood naively

Rappers wake up, walk by me, and make coffee

Blaze

Let’s see what can happen on a wednesday

Hit the two-four-h at like four, late

George put me on to lime green tea there, heavyweight meals

Pair of cote d’or pistachio filled, two for one twenty nine

Ill, on debit, never with the cash i keep

Still that’s for the trees and the delivery fee cat

Pass by me

Ziploc fuckin bags for weed, skills days

No name fudgicle milkshakes, smoke breaks

And ziploc fuckin bags for weed

The gangs made of couplings who speak van slang and

Bake muffins

Crib talk, no saving spots on the sofa when you go to piss

Blot at wine blemished upholstery

The ladies look awesome

Money burn a spilff and cook groceries, check out all this shit

We domestic

Instrumentals on repeat, harsh sweet tells

Ziploc fuckin bags for weed

Guns money and drugs is no fun, basically just human gangsters

With the phone out

I quit for ten minutes in mazanilla when me and dad were doing mad shots of

tequila with sun, honeys and bugs

Sweat a coma out easy

I can rap hard or i beat you at cards