Slim Dunkin - Twin Towers lyrics

This is a K.I.D. production [Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Flocka! Twin Towers in this motherf**er, n***a Slim Dunkin, n***a Flocka Robertson, n***a We're in the building, n***a When you see us, salute us or shoot us What's happening, n***a? New mixtape [Verse 1: Slim Dunkin & Waka Flocka Flame] This a K.I.D. production, f** a introduction Told me to do 30 bars without cussin' That's like pulling out the strap without bussin' Nine-to-five n***a screaming, "everyday you're hustlin'" Knowing you ain't in the trap, but you ain't sold nothin' Gucci cut the check, signing Slim, mighty discussion Twelves beating in my trunk to give you a concussion Hold up, cool out before we pull them tools out Aye, Slim, man, you shining like a motherf**er, n***a Flocka Robertson in this b**h, n***a In the paint shawty, n***a We got blocks, n***a What's happening? Flocka! [Verse 2: Slim Dunkin & Waka Flocka Flame] Slim and Flock don't give a f**, towers got you super stuck This some bullsh**, I thought you was gon' knuck if we buck Bucking would get you shot quick, I'll let the Glock spit Sit your a** down like the pilot in the co*kpit I'm who you despise, I see in your eyes, and Hit the club 50 deep like shawty from Verizon Bricksquad! Super deep, n***a Beat your motherf**ing a**, n***a Slim Dunkin and Flocka Robertson This sh** real talk, n***a Flocka! [Verse 3: Slim Dunkin] Magic City Monday, tricking on a Monday Scared to take a shot, still f**ed up from Sunday Tuesday, the Libra, east side I see you More than having pressure, room f**ing with my people Rock star lifestyle, Wednesday wasted Often I will take the shots, Patron got me faded Lavish Lounge on Thursday, wet paint Thursday Dry paint job, got your whip looking thirsty Figure8 on Friday, we do this sh** my way Wild, being selfish [?] right beside me A-Plus my DJ, yelling go DJ Stomp his a** out, I hope Jonny 8 see me Saturday, another world, Cali with my dirty girl Takes I know with K.I.P., arrogant with Sean T [Outro: Waka Flocka Flame] What's up, [?]? Aye, man, this sh** Flocka, n***a Pull a chair up, man Grab some popcorn, get a Coca-Cola or a Sprite This sh** going digital, man Like, real talk, man K.I.D. on the track, man f** with this sh**, n***a Flocka Robertson and Slim Dunkin We here now Flocka!