Evil Twins

[Intro: Kenzo B]
Like, like
Kenzo, B
Like what?

[Chorus: Kenzo B and Bando Gz]
Hop out, just click, keep dumping
Ayo, lets show them who really buggin'
Don't let up, don't lack we can't go out for nothin'
He reaching, don't play he get hit up for bluff- (Graah, graah, graah-graah, boom)
Like, no cap, move tact with it
Talking on bro so we uppin' and flashin' it
With his bitch, so you know she get smacked with it
Been on that timin', they just be on that rappin' shit

[Verse 1: Bando Gz]
Like back out, dump, got 'em runnin'
Play the opps, we gon' shoot up the function
Big EBK, smoking Nazzy, he punchin'
Niggas diss but they know how we comin'
Like, free all the guys in the spot on that gang shit
Used to creep through they block, every day shit
Gunna, he bussin, he moving all anxious
Let him slide, I ain't even gon' say shit
Dissing bro, but I told 'еm say less
I can't go out like JB got hit in his neck (Rippiе)
Roll up Rippie, got hit in his chest
How they GBG babies, ain't come and spin yet?
Like, I know Reemo gon' tweak with the toolie
Spin the hill, bitch we makin' a movie
Like, Glock with a stick, this shit look like a uzi
Better not run, hollows hot like jacuzzi

[Chorus: Kenzo B and Bando Gz]
Hop out, just click, keep dumping
Ayo, lets show them who really buggin'
Don't let up, don't lack we can't go out for nothin'
He reaching, don't play he get hit up for bluff- (Graah, graah, graah-graah, boom)
Like, no cap, move tact with it
Talking on bro so we uppin' and flashin' it
With his bitch, so you know she get smacked with it
Been on that timin', they just be on that rappin' shit

[Verse 2: Kenzo B]
Drama queen, I turn nothin' into somethin'
Won't show 'em know love, if he glitch, then I'm uppin'
I get love when I walk in the function
Got Bando with me and you know that he bussin'
He been fiendin' to catch him a hit
For my brother, this shit getting lit
Can't lack, got a blick, and he stay with a grip
Move tact, move right, can't go out like a bitch
Let me shoot, let a flick of the wrist
Two shots, he look dumb, now he walk with a limp
Tired of hearing 'bout totin' on grips
You can't jack it's a drill if you shot and you missed
Spinning on timing, they ducking they top
Getting low, we ain't tossing no chop
Give a fuck 'bout a opp, they can't tweak with a shot
Got no faith, nigga anything breathing could drop

[Chorus: Kenzo B and Bando Gz]
Hop out, just click, keep dumping
Ayo, lets show them who really buggin'
Don't let up, don't lack we can't go out for nothin'
He reaching, don't play he get hit up for bluff- (Graah, graah, graah-graah, boom)
Like, no cap, move tact with it
Talking on bro so we uppin' and flashin' it
With his bitch, so you know she get smacked with it
Been on that timin', they just be on that rappin' shit