Twysted Genius, baby
Get back, get back
Yeah (Wop)
Ha, yeah
Twysted Genius, baby
Get back, get back
Yeah (Wop)
Ha, yeah
Ha
[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gazin'
Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I see these niggas hatin', I ain't losin' sleep about it, though
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep
No one gon' take care of me the way that I take care of me
Get booked in from security, your bodyguard ain't scarin' me
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live
Askin' me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I pay the bills
I don't plan to take his gang to play, no, I don't play with them
I don't freepick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism
Lil' boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols
All these folks and babies in my house, I'm like a babysitter
Gucci Mane, it's Shiesty, twins, we bait 'em and then play the nigga
But shit get frenzy, twin F&N's, stand on ten, I raised the nigga
Shootin' first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga
Police keep on tasin' niggas, one shot killed him, matched the nigga
Shiesty, that's my dawg, no winsky, ain't no way I'm tradin', nigga
No shade, I'm too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga
[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gazin'
Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages
[Verse 2: BIG30]
Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches
Makin' posts, sendin' threats and shit, where I'm from, man, it's snitchin'
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin'
Race to you with this choppa, stand over you 'til you finished
My niggas icky, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies
We keep steppin' and keep on spinnin', we constantly be sendin'
Choppa Gang run the city
[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gazin'
Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages
Twysted Genij, beba
Vrati se, vrati se
Da (wop)
Ha, da
Ha
[Hor: BIG30]
Čovječe, ovo sranje ludo
Ja sam u Miamiju s Gucci, Rolls Royce izgledati okusa
Ovo ubojstvo sranje nije ništa meni, whackin' sranje na dnevni
Lil „kuja reći da nije čuo za mene, rekao je Lil” kuja ona gazin'
Ipak trappin' gore iz mog flip, Volio bih da mogu ići zamku iz moje stranice
[Redak 1: Gucci Mane]
Vidim ove crnje hatin', ja ne losin' san o tome, iako
Članovi puzanje kao TLC, .223 školjke izvan džipa
Nitko gon”pobrinuti za mene na način na koji sam se brinuti o meni
Get rezervirati od sigurnosti, vaš tjelohranitelj nije scarin' mene
Stavi svog prijatelja u terapiji, znaš da je to učinio, jedva živa
Pitam ja ‘se pobrinuti za to’, ja ga zgnječiti, ako sam platiti račune
Ne planiram da se njegova banda igrati, ne, ne igram se s njima
Ja ne freepick niggas, kad sam govedina, ja ne pokazuju pristranost
Lil”mladić i dalje treba trening kotača, te vojne puške, a ne beba pištolje
Svi ti ljudi i djeca u mojoj kući, ja sam kao dadilja
Gucci Mane, to je Shiesty, blizanci, mi mamac „em, a zatim igrati nigga
Ali sranje get bjesnilo, dva F & N-a, stoje na deset, podigao sam nigga
Pucanje, a zatim učinio stih, moj bankovni račun polude, crnjo
Policija kula na tasin' niggas, jedan metak ga je ubio, odgovarala je nigga
Shiesty, to je moj Dawg, nema winsky, nije ni na koji način sam Tradin', crnjo
Ne hlad, ja sam prebogat blijedjeti, potrča gore, pa sam utro nigga
[Hor: BIG30]
Čovječe, ovo sranje ludo
Ja sam u Miamiju s Gucci, Rolls Royce izgledati okusa
Ovo ubojstvo sranje nije ništa meni, whackin' sranje na dnevni
Lil „kuja reći da nije čuo za mene, rekao je Lil” kuja ona gazin'
Ipak trappin' gore iz mog flip, Volio bih da mogu ići zamku iz moje stranice
[Redak 2: BIG30]
Poslano svoju mamu da cinkaroš na mene, čovječe, ti crnje neke kuje
Makin' postovi, Sendin' prijetnje i sranje, odakle sam, čovjeka, to je snitchin'
Moglo iskočiti na svoj blok s polu i doći do tickin'
Utrka za vas s ovim Choppa, stajati nad vama „do tebe gotovog
Moje crnje Icky, toliko choppas u jednom automobilu, čovječji, gledaj, ovo sranje smiješno
Vozili smo četrnaest sati iz Memphisa s drogom i neke Glizzies
Držimo steppin' i držati na spinnin', stalno se Sendin'
Choppa Gang voditi grad
[Hor: BIG30]
Čovječe, ovo sranje ludo
Ja sam u Miamiju s Gucci, Rolls Royce izgledati okusa
Ovo ubojstvo sranje nije ništa meni, whackin' sranje na dnevni
Lil „kuja reći da nije čuo za mene, rekao je Lil” kuja ona gazin'
Ipak trappin' gore iz mog flip, Volio bih da mogu ići zamku iz moje stranice