We Back

The lit twins jumping back in the rap. We late we was busy in the trap racks

No excuses when we pull up with them gats

Turn your ass to a block or a pack

So much guns we can war with iraq.

Rob the plug make a profit off his pack

You ain't never seen a million in cash

Foreign car three sixty 0n the dash

I Swear to God I miss Gizz and Cash

All this money look precious so fat

So much smoke I need a gas mask

Mission complete I finish that task.

He don't pay what I cuffed him that's his ass

Dreads in my face ion need no mask, my dreads

No McDonald's but I keep a Big Mac. Them shells make his ass sit back Yeah the lit Twins is back we back

Gun make you run

Like a stuffy nose

Bullets hit you hot

But they leave you cold

Drip so hard

Ima leave you soaked

Money got my hands dirty

Grab me soap

I'm the shit Bitch I'm IT

I can make you float

Smoking on Madusa

& it got me stoned

Pull up to your hood

& ask you where you from

Been did that

Call me been there done