Slim Dunkin - Twerk lyrics

[Verse 1: French Montana] Another day, drink, smoke, just another episode Everything you witness been the realest sh** you ever saw Know a couple n***as that be down for that 25 Know a couple bad b**hes down to let the homies ride Redbone Maserati, two tones, riding shotty I'll be low key like cheap coke, told that snow man: ski slopes Stuntin' on them n***as, let the haters watch Black tee, black sneaks, black Bentley watch Ridin' home team, f** the other side Southside on the beat, suicide [Hook] x2 I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip Grams up on the stove, need another lick Money on my mind, your b**h up on my line I don't want that ho, b**h I'm on my grind [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] I thank the Lord for everything God gotten given me, life again when a n***a got shot I've seen a lot of n***as give their life to that gla** pot Thank Lord for the ??? The blocks, the rocks, the weed, the licks Shawty, motherf** a cop So much pain in me, you gonna find your body stinkin' tryin' to get a name off me Bang, bang, homie I stay Flame, homie, middle finger f** you They say I changed homie, d** runnin' all through my brain They say my mind poisoned (so?), who wanna catch the venom [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Slim Dunkin] I got diamonds on my neck, real n***as next to me Looked up to Heaven, told mama say a prayer for me You either real or you ain't, ain't no in between Missed me with that sh**, I can't catch a dream I'm about that action n***a, missed me with that actin' n***a Potato on the pistol, we be mashin' n***as f** these rap n***as, tell 'em knuckle up We can take it to street, I'mma f** 'em up Tell 'em buckle up, blastin' off to Mars All we blow is gas, we smokin' race cars Certified hood n***a, check my face scar Don't split my team up, we in space bars (?)