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twin choppas - jackboys & the scotts lyrics

[verse 1: travis scott]
b*tch, i don’t know
no luck, gun tucked! (oh my god)
made it out the mud, i had to run this sh*t right up!
bend the rules to my pleasure, man, i couldn’t give a f*ck!
rambo, keep it on me like it’s stuck! (yeah)
slide in the talk i could buy me a bank
if it came down to it it’s only god i can thank
ain’t no catch up i’m too high in the ranks
i feel fine in my pain watchin’ all of my time fade away
all of the smoke in a pack
if you want it the shooters go out and attack
they don’t mind seein’ blood if it’s done for a rack
better run for your life like you runnin’ a track
onе week, half a ticket
gotta run this sh*t right back
speak no lies, only truth, listеn to the facts

[chorus: travis scott]
yeah, two cups, celebration time, had to do this sh*t with huncho
pullin’ up to neiman’s, had to pull up with a hundo
she askin’ for one more, she only get one tho
f*ck you askin’ questions for?
[verse 2: quavo]
b*tch, i’m clueless, whole clique ruthless
i been makin’ funny money, i been actin’ foolish
with a b*tch that graduated but she goin’ stupid
lies on our name but she know what the truth is
i’m gettin’ the bag, get to the racks
know that’s a fact, huncho no lack
kickin’ it back, paid for this life from sellin’ the crack, dog
grippin’ the mac, twinnin’ the stack
said they’re the man better than that
get to the bag, get to the money, i get to the sack, dog
okay, blow that back, go ahead throw that back to me
i said, hold them racks
i said, hold them racks for me
you best bring them back
you best bring them back to me
i’m gon’ hold this mac
please don’t hold that mac to me, yeah
back door, i was tryna keep it on the low
back then, i was movin’ chickens on the road
now i make what they make in a year, just for a show
so many god d*mn hits klitschko
mess with the guys, mess with the pie
then i’m on your head like a fro
addicted to dough, i must admit, i get the money, then go
was right at the stove, i need the bread, n*gga, i need me a loaf
it look like i’m a kingpin on the throne
[chorus: travis scott]
yeah, two cups, celebration time, had to do this sh*t with huncho
pullin’ up to neiman’s, had to pull up with a hundo
she askin’ for one more, she only get one tho
f*ck you askin’ questions for?

[verse 3: travis scott]
b*tch, i don’t know
ain’t no time for jokes you ain’t had me in a while
i know you wanna overdose
if i’m burnin’ off a bridge, you don’t deserve an “adios”
dead the phone, when i’m home perfect timin’ to go ghost
take me outta line for a minute
televised, i know i been outta line for a minute
you really thought that i would die? pushin’ limits
swear you been willin’ to die for a feeling
would you lie for a digit? would you lie?

[verse 4: quavo]
no lie, no lie
n*ggas put me on just to study, lofi
n*ggas sellin’ out, as of late sofi
told that girl, “i’mma finish last” ’cause i’m so nice
n*ggas sellin’ fentanyl, sh*t is so weak
really tho, i get it dawg, n*ggas gotta eat
all my n*ggas know if they hang around me
they don’t worry ’bout fees ’cause that sh*t is on me
jesus christ, jesus christ
she on her knees all night, sayin’ “please make me your, wife”
i said, “it don’t sound right”
i got three or four guys and she wanna come live her, life

- jackboys the scotts lyrics

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