Everything

[Verse I: zjay]
I'm a twin and I'm with a twin
We always spark that shit
Told her but we done
You know I'm right
Keep on talking shit
She keep lying on my phone
Yeah she on some toxic shit
Ay, [?]
Call her leave
That boy need some stitches
Bitch I'm up and soft
But yeah I'm getting fitted
Rag in my coffin, bitch, it's just some vintage
Bitch, I'm trappin', give a fuck about a sales floor
She won't hear me ask about her nails if I could pay for it
Brought a new old job, new old bounce and spent a K for it
And he got some walk left in the ball, that's the okay part
Nah, don't got much to say though
They call me a shooter, feel like Tay though
I got gold on my teeth like I ain't play though
They said that we not outside, but I don't play though

[Verse II: achorda]
Mad as mad like some Play-Doh
Stick shift, put it in
Drive 'til I take off
Expensive jewelries above my mirror
Stick around, you won't get a flick if you come nearer
It's clear, let me see, I got to match whatever is on my pants
I got fifty grand, but you sure won't make nobody dance
Yeah, living life, take a couple years to get that chance
But [?], take a couple years to get a glance
While I'm living off, saving up some money for that Bentley
When I fuck up, getting mad [?] till you're like twenty
You old as fuck
Where your money at? I don't see any
I'm callin' to you
Stayin' up and jackin' pretty panties
While I'm livin' up
Goin' to the beach like every weekend
She call me up
Tell you to go chill 'cause she a freak
My phone blowin' up
Call her, she want more
Say I'm famous
I'ma get it up
Always gonna reach for that deep end