Lil Domestic Abuse Meets Yeat and Kanye

[Verse 1]
Back in the Benz and I’m blowing her back out
Pull up with tools and we airing this bitch out
Oh he’s your homie? Kill him off with no doubt
I got more Benz, I do this shit, just for clout
I got the guap, I got the Glock
Trip up with me and I spin up yo block
Fucking a thot, scamming a lot
I’m the most wanted and I never get caught
PMC, that's the gang, yeah
Ayy
Pull up with guns, yeah we out with artillery
I fuck this bitch and her name was like Hillary
Posted with guns, yeah the boys like the military
If we got beef we pull up with hostility

Ayy, that was a cool ass bar. Where's the rest of the song though?
Okay
Ayy, yuh, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh

[Verse 2]
She call me Twizzy
She call me Twizzy
She call me Twizzy
Shе call me Twizzy
She call me Twizzy
Shе call me Twizzy
She call me Twizzy
She call me Twizzy
Pull up in a Tonka, that's a dumpy, call me Twizzy
Pull up with the lean, your bitch she just be callin' Twizzy
Damn, that shit great, but she still call me Twizzy
With a fuckin' Twizzy, if she leave she callin' Twizzy
She call me Twizzy
She call me-

[Verse 3]
Uh, uh, uh
From Chicago, yeah you know where the guns blow
Same place where we work and kids grow
Scarface, say I got that Montana flow
They know that I'm tryna get that Montana dough
Get a rush like I'm tweakin' off white blow
But like a porn star I'm best when I swallow
They need attention, but they call me a G though
So listen here give your ears, it's your hero
Snorin' in bed with blankets cause my head spin
And I can't breath when I'm high cause the air's thin
Better or worse, I'm center of attention
Women'll give it up for just some attention
Got no time fo-that kinda connection
I know they pay me too much attention
So if it comes down, may the best man win
Gift and a curse, I'm the center of attention

[Verse 4]
What up girl, why don't you tell me how you been
Tall, black, but yo ass kinda look thin
She ask me 'bout what's the situation
Mixed feelings cause all the chicks dig him
On my knees, dear God, what am I askin'
Tryna make a song before this challenge ends
Twelve hours in and I'm tryna make amends
Too much sauce, every mistake is a trend