LIL TWIST

LIL TWIST - Pyrex lyrics

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Ft. Cory Gunz

(Hook)

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

Where's my paper, where's my checks?

If she good, I don't need this Pyrex

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

Where's my paper, where's my checks?

(If she good, I don't need this Pyrex)

Check

(Verse)

Papa tell me where, mama pack some stove

Tell her whip the shit good and don't touch it till it's gold

I remember bein' a yungin', like seven years old

Jumped off the porch early and black corners got cold

Listen to me, all this money in my sock

Young ? watchin' Pac serve the block

And they seein' that I move the rock

With this hand now I done learned a lot

Like I can team up and load a Glock

Or how to sit in the car and watch the clock

And birdcall if I see the cops

Prolly hearin' me tho and fearin' me tho

In this black sombrero we been bumpin' the locks

Now here I come, so ready or not

(Verse 2)

Where you goin' on my way to the top

Muthafucka I'm just building a knot

Off Hennessy rock, bandana round my head like Pac

The whole team strapped up like Swat

I wish she would ? when she was a prop

Reload, take clip, pacpac

I shoot this bitch till she stop

On my YG shit, out of L.A. with two top blunts

Servin' that few ridda'

We got guns that go biggidy biggidy

Dirty fresh beatbox

Put yo flick on yo shirt and yo brain on a knee shot

Uh, now let that marinate

Yeah

Talkin' flat line, no soul like Rose and Reebok

This is real as it get, when I'm gone get the net

Muthafucka

(Hook)

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

Where's my paper, where's my checks?

If she good, I don't need this Pyrex

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

Where's my paper, where's my checks?

(If she good, I don't need this Pyrex)

Check

(Verse 3)

I'll catch ya string like Ricky

Tongue caught, put 'em in the ring like Ricky

Rob a nigga for kicks

Leave yo chick gassed out and with some J's like Nicki

My bitch cold feet, I got a lot of cualas

You ? but I'm not in yo gutter

I'm not a new dolla, for your sake, just know

I won't give two fucks, I'm not a koala

Who wanna wabbly wabbly? Gallagubly gorpe, the murder terrain that you wreck

You follow yo Pala, then I ride the Poseidon

Sada pastrami pastrala the verp

To front to vertify the otha side cause I got OCD

A lot of niggas think they do, but don't a lot of niggas know, G

I keep it ghostly, G

In this cool can't approach me, G

Don't leave a nigga with a toasty T

That'll ring yo bat' on me to charge

Hopefully you got a life like Mofy G

My flow reee reee, you ain't that shit like Cory

Like I don't even let the story breathe

I gotta kill em all, Twizzy

Anybody fuck with you, my bullets they will all receive

Cause if coam gets teez and corporate fees

And organ squeeze, this coffin please

And court TV

We at the muthafuckin' neck

Same as did er'body in they fuckin' set

Tryna beat anybody in my fuckin' set

Fuck you think Tune put me down for?

The muthafuckin' rep, one scene, B

Militia gangbang, nigga chain ring

Thing bling

The brain hang, got yo main on my dang dang

Playn sucka I'mma snuff her

Takin' me wang thang

She in the underground, mane

(Hook)

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

Where's my paper, where's my checks?

If she good, I don't need this Pyrex

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks

Where's my paper, where's my checks?

(If she good, I don't need this Pyrex)

Check

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