Ab-Soul - Twact lyrics

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Ab-Soul - Twact lyrics

(feat. Jinx & Short Dawg) [Intro - Ab-Soul:] Jinx what up my n***a? Soulo I get turnt, I get rowdy Backwood full of some of the loudest! I'm f**ed up! I get wasted That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted! I'm Twact! (I get high, she get low) Motherf**er I'm Twact! (I get high, she get low) Motherf**er! [Verse 1 - Jinx:] Uh, Twact out till I pa** out If you ain't f**ing with the team then you a**ed outFlow dope like a crack house, b**hes pill poppin' House poppin' like a Frat House Keep 16s like a verse n***a Codeine got me leaning in reverse n***a I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties I get the dough and bring it home, to the family See I ain't f**ing with you man if you ain't paying me I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that I pulled up to the function with the pack Turnt in this b**h to the max! [Hook - Doeburger & Jinx:] My n***a I'm twact (I get high) Turkey bag full of that gas n***a I'm twact (she get low) Styrofoam cups, no gla** n***a I'm twact (get high) Got them bars on me, no rap n***a I'm twact (she get low) I don't even know where I'm at n***a I'm Twact! [Verse 2 - Short Dawg:] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it The Codeine got me activated New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin H Town slang I done poured up a Matt Schaub Drugs got me like woah I'mma twact raw And now on a mission just to get some cheeks If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep And I'm back on the road sipping mud again Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring The cops say "I seen you swerving, tell me why." I told em I ain't even gon' lie... [Hook] [Verse 3 - Ab-Soul:] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe I might even set up my camera too Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics Them other n***as talking sh** but they don't know sh** No, they ain't on and ain't on sh** Yeah they on that, I'm on this... And I don't need no necklace cause I be off the chain And all they say is yes when everybody know your name Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most faded in here? [Hook] [Outro:] BMB, TDE Ladi-dadi we likes to party We might cause trouble, we might body somebody Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ladi-dadi we likes to party We might cause trouble, we might body somebody Ah! Ah!