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