My Twin

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
We got monkey nuts on Glocks and big AR-15s
Catch a nigga slippin', empty the whole magazine
She gon' eat the dick jus' like a fuckin' Kid Cuisine
And my nigga pull up, long clip like limousine
She gon' squeeze the dick like a Capri Sun
And we booted up, talkin' 'bout all the way to 3 some'
I'm wit' Paper Lovee, yes, again
She gon' fuck on Melly and she gotta fuck my team

[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
Catch a nigga slippin' through the back room
Free my nigga D, he caught a elbow
Matter fact I think he caught a M though
We ain't really fuckin' wit' all them though
Lot of these lil' niggas be pretending
Catch a nigga slipping, yeah, we bending
We like to spin [?], you know we getting it
You know we sendin' hits, you know we wit' the shits
Hope that boy ain't talkin' slick, hope that boy ain't talkin' slick
Or we gonna murder that jit, yeah we gonna murder that jit
Hope that boy ain't talkin' slick, hope that boy ain't talkin' slick
Or we gonna murder that jit

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
We got monkey nuts on Glocks and big AR-15s
Catch a nigga slippin', empty the whole magazine
She gon' eat the dick jus' like a fuckin' Kid Cuisine
And my nigga pull up, long clip like limousine
She gon' squeeze the dick like a Capri Sun
And we booted up, talm 'bout all the way to 3 some'
I'm wit' Paper Lovee, yes, again
She gon' fuck on Melly and she gotta fuck my team

[Verse 2: Paper Lovee]
Pistol in my pocket, I ain't slippin', I'm gon' pop a nigga
Try it, he gon' catch every side
Been broke, it's not a option, nigga, fuck a water faucet
Look at my left wrist, this bitch on me, yeah
[?] the pallet, get booked out in Dallas
Smoke Wedding Cake every time I'm off in Cali'
And I rock the double G, you like the Louis V
[?]
Bitches don't know what to do
Should've stayed [?]
Melly walked in, whole 50 rounds in a [?]
If a nigga talkin', buss it, nigga, I'ma press a button in the coupe
Chop a nigga ass down like a roof
Thought a nigga ass was tough, but we findin' the truth
Got a baby .380 right now, double leg got a .9
Gonna hold inside of the booth
[?]
Got a Glock wit' a laser and a dick on it too
[?]

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
We got monkey nuts on Glocks and big AR-15s
Catch a nigga slippin', empty the whole magazine
She gon' eat the dick jus' like a fuckin' Kid Cuisine
And my nigga pull up, long clip like limousine
She gon' squeeze the dick like a Capri Sun
And we booted up, talm 'bout all the way to 3 some'
I'm wit' Paper Lovee, yes, again
She gon' fuck on Melly and she gotta fuck my team