DC Young Fly (Skit) / 4:20 (Explicit)-Lil Twist

DC Young Fly (Skit) / 4:20 (Explicit)

歌手:Lil Twist

时间:2025-11-21

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DC Young Fly (Skit) / 4:20 (Explicit) - Lil Twist/Dc Young Fly/Wiz Khalifa

Composed by:Christopher L. Moore

Produced by:Supa'i Dave

Look at Alex gum eating ass over there

Ay ay ay ay Twist ay nigga

What up

You you finna go to last period?

I mean I was

Man damn that damn that

Look what you need to do is

Uh huh

Get the breezy's I'm gonna bring the weed

Right

We going crazy

You already know

Bruh Mr Davis bruh

Damn that it's a beautiful day

We finna get high

We finna get fucked up

Ugly ass lil boy let's do it ah

Alright come on bruh

Youngin'

Yeah

Youngin'

I jumped off the porch

With a dollar and a quarter

Don't know if it's that gas

But shit I know it got the odor

Couple chips on my shoulders

Couple rocks bricks and boulders

Had them junkies comin' back weekly

Like niggas playin' poker

I'm in the streets

Had to look both ways

Cold summers hot winters

What we call coke plays

I'm in the old school playin' the OJ's

Forever mine homie

Let the top dine

If niggas play I keep that iron on me

Never been the type to let them shine on me

I'm the big homie

I get the game from the blueprint

My fingerprints on it

Now check this out nigga

Glock 40 on the couch nigga

Hoes call me Master P

I'm 'bout it 'bout it

'Bout figures

Ouch nigga you niggas is garbage can

Grouch niggas

28 in a clip

Inside my fanny pouch nigga

One blaw nigga

A split ya uni brow nigga

Have your family meetin' up for candlelight and

House dinners

Made him gather round

Talk about it

His body had some chalk around it

I'm laughin' in my loft about it

Shootin' with precision

F and N with the scope around it

This won't knock a nigga off a horse

Let's try a fucking mountain

Numbers on his head won't even call my accountant

These niggas cheap like these white hoes

I still give allowance

Flippin' bitches by the thousands

No more public housing

G4 Jet to Mexico a nigga just loungin'

Eliante deep water diamonds Nick drowning

10 toes planted

But had to find a new balance

New world

I'm a dog new merle

New drugs

I'm pouring juice

For Juice WRLD

That's thug love

These niggas couldn't see me

With 2020

You put me and Dave together

That's magic like Shaq and Penny

Since 14 been stackin' pennies

And pouring Remy

Screamin' Mula

In different cities watch niggas envy

Hear me screaming must suck to suck bitch

Come and test your luck bitch

And watch me leave him stuck bitch

My niggas call me MJ when I clutch bitch

I'm clutch bitch

Shoot 'em once

You hear the ambulance rush bitch

I roll a fat J

With a glass crutch bitch

That's what I drink

That's McQueen in my cup Crip

Hit the Kush now I'm the nigga that she stuck with

Don't give a fuck my mother good and my son rich

Fill that bag with grass

No more signing autographs

Reminiscing on millions

That I spent in my past

Digital dollars crypto

But some come in cash

Make sure the comfort last

Good with the puff and pass

My car a different class

Late night date with a bitch

You think her slipper glass

She got a face like a queen

But got a stripper's ass

More bottles of McQueen

Light shit up like we filming for a movie scene

There ain't no in between

Lot of ice in our rings

Gold on our sink

Went from one chain

To different color diamond links

See the Kush in my eyes

Every time I blink

Them fast cars we park 'em outside

When she smell the weed

She jump in' and ride

My shit customized

Say I'm the truth

Had enough of them lies

We don't ditch the herb

We just tuck it and fly

In the cut getting fried

Smoking in places I ain't supposed to be

When it's all over they'll make a toast for me

Come to my section

You'll only see gangsters close to me

We got medical like we hold degrees

Blow trees

Bring bitches on live

Let them smoke with me

She dressin' up at the crib

Doin' her toes for me

But I'm just counting up

Puttin' these hundred dollar bills

In this safe smokin' kill

While it's piling' up

Killin' they doubt

Before I even put the doobie out

Spent 30 racks

No ashes on the couch

Bring some bitches to the house

But distract them so they don't see the route

It ain't the wave

Unless we announce it

My diamonds wet

They drippin' like a fountain

That new Corvette

We hopin' in and bouncin'

Her pussy wet

I almost slipped and drowned in

They lost they touch

I went and found it

Always first to hit them bitches

Never rebounding

Ladies and gentlemen

May I have your attention please?

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