Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Travorius Turner
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
What's up Duece
Me and my twin stuck together like Velcro know that we got each other
He locked in the cell send a pack through the mail door cause he locked in the struggle
Can't get no phone
I send him a Kite
He locked up all alone
He clutching a knife
Know he thinking about home he can't sleep at night
Know he shoulda turned left cause this time he wasn't right
Free squirt up out the cell beat them charges I know you gonna prevail
Tell the judge I hope he post that bail if he budge we gonna get you out of there
It don't matter how far I don't really you a innocent man
And you know that there
And the system so wicked and they don't care
10s,20s,50s
Know that we get it straight to it
Throw a bag up in the air I intercepted
Know my whole gang toting lethal weapons
Blow your whole brain with this Smith and Weston
If you're reaching I teach them a lethal lesson
Let it rain on your block when these bullet bless him
MPM we on top we can't even stress it
Motion power money I want it all
All these racks that keep coming
I blow in a hour
Know we pop like a bomb
And the world gone be ours
Know we straight out the slums money long like a tower
Ain't talking about 50
But I got the power
Know that it can wicked play with one of ours
Long as time keep on ticking make money every hour
Yeah, yeah me and my twin stuck together like Velcro know that we got each other
He locked in the cell send a pack through the mail door cause he locked in the struggle
Can't get no phone
I send him a kite
He locked up all alone
He clutching a knife
Know he thinking about home he can't sleep at night
Know he shoulda turned left cause this time he wasn't right
Free squirt up out the cell
Beat them charges
I know you gonna prevail
Tell the judge
I hope he post that bail if he budge we gonna get you out of there
It don't matter how far I don't really care
You a innocent man
And you know that there
And the system so wicked and they don't care
Free the bros out the system they wicked I want the money
I don't want no penny
Boy you too broke you don't got no digits
You in Augusta mall I'm in Lenox how you wanna start but you don't wanna finish
Boy you a pig you just like a guinea slide in the car look like from Bennys
Spin in the car the windows be tinted I rock a guitar when I'm on the scene
Fat Glock that bit got a beam Smoking a opp and rushing this girl to cream
I'm trying to ball like Kareem
Got racks they in my jeans
My opp like a cup cause I make them both lean
Tryna Run these racks up and I split with my team
Written by: Travorius Turner