Twact

[Produced by Dnyc3] [Intro: Ab-Soul & Yung Jinx] Jinx, what up, my nigga? Soulo I get turnt (Get turnt), I get rowdy Backwood full of some of the loudest I'm fucked up (Fucked up), I get wasted That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted I'm twact, twact, twact I get high, she get low Motherfucker, I'm twact, twact, twact I get high, she get low (Motherfucker) [Verse 1: Yung Jinx] Uh, twact out 'til I pass out If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out Flow dope like a crack house Bitches pill poppin', house poppin' like a frat house (Boomin!) Keep 16s like a verse, nigga Codeine got me leaning in reverse, nigga I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties I get the dough and bring it home to the family See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back Double-cross the squad and get boxed like Cracker Jacks You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that I pulled up to the function with the pack Turnt in this bitch to the max! [Chorus: DoeBurger & Yung Jinx] My nigga, I'm twact (I get high) Turkey bag full of that gas Nigga, I'm twact (She get low) Styrofoam cups, no glass Nigga, I'm twact (I get high) Got them bars on me, no rap Nigga, I'm twact (She get low) I don't even know where I'm at Nigga, I'm twact [Verse 2: Short Dawg] I just got home, boy I'm glad I made it The codeine got me activated New mix alert, Soul, you have to taste it Know I got the lean on me like tax evasion I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis Mind traveling, getting throwed like a javelin H-Town slang, I done poured up a Matt Schaub Drugs got me like woah, I'ma twact raw And now on a mission just to get some cheeks If she don't answer when I call, I'ma hit delete I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks Cause they know if I fall, it's gon' be asleep And I'm back on the road sipping mud again Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring The cops say "I seen you swerving, tell me why" I told em I ain't even gon' lie... [Chorus: DoeBurger & Yung Jinx] My nigga, I'm twact (I get high) Turkey bag full of that gas Nigga, I'm twact (She get low) Styrofoam cups, no glass Nigga, I'm twact (I get high) Got them bars on me, no rap Nigga, I'm twact (She get low) I don't even know where I'm at Nigga, I'm twact [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Soulo ho Well known from Del-Amo to Soho, ho This ain't Arabian Night but let me see your camel toe I might even set up my camera too Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit No, they ain't on and ain't on shit Yeah they on that, I'm on this And I don't need no necklace cause I be off the chain And all they say is yes when everybody know your name Got a pack of jet fuel that they don't use for planes Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining Seals in the cut like Navy training Along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming Ay, long hair, don't care How come I'm the most faded in here? [Chorus: DoeBurger & Yung Jinx] My nigga, I'm twact (I get high) Turkey bag full of that gas Nigga, I'm twact (She get low) Styrofoam cups, no glass Nigga, I'm twact (I get high) Got them bars on me, no rap Nigga, I'm twact (She get low) I don't even know where I'm at Nigga, I'm twact [Outro: Ab-Soul] BMB, TDE Ladi-dadi, we likes to party We might cause trouble, we might body somebody Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah Ladi-dadi, we likes to party We might cause trouble, we might body somebody Ah, ah