Think Twice - Don't Get It twist lyrics

In and out of sticky situations like a jimmy son I picked up some chemistry and extra curriculars Molargrit chippin stress picking up mixtures on a frozen Plate, viscous The smell of good cooking Hell, good looking to the fixtures, and keep their Heads ringing, still thinking to ourselves, looking wigger Overtop of loud top forty, i can do better Too hot, but the Jersey is not going anywhere soon Guns, mercy Some of us are in our early twenties or a bit further down Now, murder me Towny she curvy and her skin tawny, doggy its a shame This scene is so gigi let's bomb The rap scene is the wackest scene Jammy rolled the joint wrong Ha, im just joking Cause my man be on point yall As soon as i'm vertical take some of the purple My genuine article shirt is at the laundry mat doing circles Waving out the windows to the public, and kiss a a baby And show love to the neighborhood naively Rappers wake up, walk by me, and make coffee Blaze Let's see what can happen on a wednesday Hit the two-four-h at like four, late George put me on to lime green tea there, heavyweight meals Pair of cote d'or pistachio filled, two for one twenty nine Ill, on debit, never with the cash i keep Still that's for the trees and the delivery fee cat Pa** by me Ziploc f**in bags for weed, sk**s days No name fudgicle milkshakes, smoke breaks And ziploc f**in bags for weed The gangs made of couplings who speak van slang and Bake muffins Crib talk, no saving spots on the sofa when you go to piss Blot at wine blemished upholstery The ladies look awesome Money burn a spilff and cook groceries, check out all this sh** We domestic Instrumentals on repeat, harsh sweet tells Ziploc f**in bags for weed Guns money and d** is no fun, basically just human gangsters With the phone out I quit for ten minutes in mazanilla when me and dad were doing mad shots of tequila with sun, honeys and bugs Sweat a coma out easy I can rap hard or i beat you at cards