Twizardry

My twizzys my twizzys my twizards yeah Rrr mmm Er er i be in that tonka truck Getting head on the road I be high off extacy drug rage at the door Hop on a jet said fuck it we out To New Twizeland narcotics low on amounts I re-up it i’m a business man I got sumn in the pouch No kangaroo not a rat this ain’t Disneyland I’m with skrippers in the south I throw a honeybun I throw a hunnid bands I was at New York fashion week your girl Sucking the dick of anyone who rocking rick I used to take oodle noodles to the Oblamondata not now that I’m poppin shit If you fuck with y e a t then you prolly gon D i e wherever the twizards wanna step they In the v i p Fashion week Paris pulled up in luh tonkerz Before I got there went a lil bonkerz When I hit the runway I went stompers You could say the price up ask the stonkers Whole lotta hold it up whole lotta mula Whole lotta hold it up whole lotta guap Whole lotta hold it up Whole lotta twizzy shit Whole lotta hold it up Whole lotta twizzy rich ugh What speaker knocking twizzy on the Highway before he Popped that’s how you really know Bumping unreleased shit Pissing off senior citizens You’re just a pedestrian I’m a Rockstar really living it Yeah yeah yeah that drop ou All of your songs they flop ou Yeah yeah yeah there’s opps ou Yeah yeah yeah there’s shots ou Yeah yeah yeah there’s Glocks ou No you don’t make no bags yeah No you don’t make no racks rack No you don’t make no cash no I was at 365 on a g65 when I took off the dash yeah I don’t put money before all my twizzys or Friends no it doesn’t make sense yeah Why you be cappin in all of your songs No it do not impress your fans ugh I just ran out of my perkys you know That i canceled all of my plans ugh Yes I got hunnids on fifties on hunnids on Fifties ion rock no timbs on me Yeah lil Yeat really be ridin round yeah No that they really no aliens see Bankroll all in my pocket that’s I limp It yeah when I walk it yeah No I ain’t really have no options I had To get it you had to walk it Get on a plane to the tropics I got some Bands on me now they say stop it yeah Baguettes on my wrist yeah are Starting to leak from the Drip cause you know that I pop it pop it Off garnments with the vestments on my shirt We don’t shop at Hot Topic ou I stayed down for so gadamn long now I do what I want to Look how I dress the rick on my feet Kick in your trap we up on your street Thirty two shots if you’re fuckin with Yeat Polls she pop that bitch is a freak We slide in them vans we slide in them Jeeps Hollow tips they break through your teeth Just like Morty Rick’s right next to me I took your shorty that bitch is a freak I took your bitch that bitch is a hoe Bring it back give it and go Took them pills got the weed she wanna Come fuck cause I got the snow Lil shawty go super saiyan Give me the brain like what is you sayin She wanna fuck take a trip I’m Trynna shop out in Japan Pop pop pop fourty shots for a Fuck nigga trynna test me Me and my niggas in the hood With them snipes just like Wesley Got a bad ass lil Spanish bitch And that hoe name is Leslie When she give me that mop give me That brain ou it get messy