Twact

[Produced by Dnyc3]

[Intro: Ab-Soul & Yung Jinx]
Jinx, what up, my nigga?
Soulo
I get turnt (Get turnt) I get rowdy
Backwood full of some of the loudest
I'm fucked up (Fucked up) I get wasted
That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted
I'm twact, twact, twact
I get high, she get low
Motherfucker I'm twact, twact, twact
I get high, she get low (Motherfucker)

[Verse 1: Yung Jinx]
Uh, twact out 'til I pass out
If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out
Flow dope like a crack house
Bitches pill poppin', house poppin' like a frat house (Boomin!)
Keep 16s like a verse, nigga
Codeine got me leaning in reverse, nigga
I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties
I get the dough and bring it home to the family
See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me
I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy
Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back
Double-cross the squad and get boxed like Cracker Jacks
You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped
A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that
I pulled up to the function with the pack
Turnt in this bitch to the max!

[Chorus: Doeburger & Yung Jinx]
My nigga I'm twact (I get high)
Turkey bag full of that gas
Nigga I'm twact (She get low)
Styrofoam cups, no glass
Nigga I'm twact (I get high)
Got them bars on me, no rap
Nigga I'm twact (She get low)
I don't even know where I'm at
Nigga I'm twact

[Verse 2: Short Dawg]
I just got home, boy I'm glad I made it
The codeine got me activated
New mix alert, Soul, you have to taste it
Know I got the lean on me like tax evasion
I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis
Mind traveling, getting throwed like a javelin
H-Town slang, I done poured up a Matt Schaub
Drugs got me like woah, I'ma twact raw
And now on a mission just to get some cheeks
If she don't answer when I call, I'ma hit delete
I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks
Cause they know if I fall, it's gon' be asleep
And I'm back on the road sipping mud again
Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring
The cops say "I seen you swerving, tell me why"
I told em I ain't even gon' lie...

[Chorus: Doeburger & Yung Jinx]
My nigga I'm twact (I get high)
Turkey bag full of that gas
Nigga I'm twact (She get low)
Styrofoam cups, no glass
Nigga I'm twact (I get high)
Got them bars on me, no rap
Nigga I'm twact (She get low)
I don't even know where I'm at
Nigga I'm twact

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Soulo ho
Well known from Del-Amo to Soho, ho
This ain't Arabian Night but let me see your camel toe
I might even set up my camera too
Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics
Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit
No, they ain't on and ain't on shit
Yeah they on that, I'm on this
And I don't need no necklace cause I be off the chain
And all they say is yes when everybody know your name
Got a pack of jet fuel that they don't use for planes
Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining
Seals in the cut like Navy training
Along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming
Ay, long hair, don't care
How come I'm the most faded in here?

[Chorus: Doeburger & Yung Jinx]
My nigga I'm twact (I get high)
Turkey bag full of that gas
Nigga I'm twact (She get low)
Styrofoam cups, no glass
Nigga I'm twact (I get high)
Got them bars on me, no rap
Nigga I'm twact (She get low)
I don't even know where I'm at
Nigga I'm twact

[Outro: Ab-Soul]
BMB, TDE
Ladi-dadi, we likes to party
We might cause trouble, we might body somebody
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah
Ladi-dadi, we likes to party
We might cause trouble, we might body somebody
Ah, ah