Yurda Twins

[Verse 1: WizDaWizard]
223s ate his stomach up
Name a nigga who want war with us
I ain't really wit' all that talking, I'm tryna put 'em up
We the ones, we spinning blocks and fucked the city up
We the ones, we shooting opps and got the city hot
Out here faking in these streets, that got his dog shot
Out here loafin' in these streets, that got his brother popped
I got control about this bitch, I'm still calling shots
And I'll still kick your door and run up inside spot
These niggas cappin' for the gram, I do not talk a lot
I'm tryna lay inside your bushes, get the city hot
I'm tryna stand over a bitch and give 'em 50 shots
These niggas don't be what I'm on, these niggas really [?]
I don't condone the opp shit, I hope you niggas die
You must've heard when niggas bad, we send shit to the sky
That double M, that's what we bang, we send shit to the sky

[Verse 2: Wam SpinThaBin]
If I put the gas in this straight-eight, this shit might do a flip
Dissin' on the gram, you niggas hoes, that shit that get you killed
Paid exotic, 80 and 3.5, $400 a zip
If I wanna go and drop a body [?]
Never leave my brother, every [?]
They know I'm a threat, spin the bin and I won't leave a trace
FN get to hittin, ARs boomin [?]
We don't do no 556, it's only .308
This a SRT so when I hit the gas it twerk
2000 baby, fell in love with drink and poppin' percs
The streets ain't for the Gs, and if you scared then go to church
Bitch I'm really sheisty, might just spin awake and flip the hurt
I got niggas dead and gone but I ain't never get no shirt
We spinnin' SRTs and put them AMGs to work
I can't wait to go see Johnny Dang and Cartier my wrist
I can go drop me an opp, don't need a deal to buss my wrist
Double M just like a Navy Seal, Glock with a switch
And them apes be tryna kill, just beat my chest [?]
Just beat my chest [?]
And them apes be tryna kill, just beat my chest [?]