Tage Future - Twist It (Freestyle) lyrics

[Copywrite] Call me Snoopy, top dog on the roof Snoopy Iceburg on, I'mma mute, bird followin', too Pied pipe, minus the child song on the flute Single file line, pile dimes all in the coup Let's go, the one I liked was tryin' to be defiant Thought the only way I'd get her wet was by a hydrant Then I told who I signed with, my eyes squint The brain was so good, she blinded me with science Let the rental whirl, spinnin' and I earled reckless Gave your flirty b**h a thirty inch pearl necklace Said girl, check this, I lied when I said I was signed But lifes a b**h and the worlds s**ist So take it in stride My boys burn blueberry, you hear me? I don't mean bakin' a pie sh** was so hot we started introducin ourselves to each other Smoke it all from good trees to cheap lumber I'm the man, so pump up the jam I up jump the boogie to f** up your plans Freaks open, hoes stayed are deepthroatin' And I came, got hot, but okay I'm reloaded [Hook] Y'all n***as 'bout to twist it, huh? Club fight crew leave a few scars Your a** dumbs out when you drunk Your a** won't make it to see tomorrow Y'all n***as 'bout to twist it, huh? Club fight crew leave a few scars Your a** dumbs out when you drunk Your a** won't make it to see tomorrow We step up in the club, we're unclean Drug fiends turn a club to a drug scene Get rid of that drink, get rid of that dutch, we about to earl We about to earl, We about to earl We about to earl, We about to earl [Tage] Either side of the coin, I'm hard Reason I'm regarded as pointguard Of all joints, I guarded the ball point Your whole joints I snored through, face it Bring a force of hatred to complicate sh** for these basic Off trees and a concoction Just one option cause not one of who your occustomed Make way for the bust, we'll hustle the foundation Do math, tryin' to travel the path without satan But some cats prefer to be learned Certain these shots will leave you with more spots than a dalmation Y'all cats ain't heard of me, but that didn't occur to he He was hopin' the surgury was out-patient Nope, my flow game is so sign c**aine Saxaphone Coltrane, Hank Hill on propane Don't provoke me on a toke of that special Toke choke that'll have you out twistin' a pretzel, let's go [Hook] [KingDom] Twist 'em up, yup, y'all some sittin' ducks Mind it, might try to find another b**h to f** I'm in the club hazed out, not concerned with others Roll a dutch, light it up, let it burn like Usher f**er, plus your ho, she's tryin' to ride Stay fresh to d**h like my soul was cianide Yep, and thats' the king, he's the choice of freaks One verse and Kay Slay'll loose his voice for weeks But y'all fake and conterfeit, y'all don't know Dominic The sh** the kid be spittin''ll have y'all trickin' in astonishment And once the chronic's lit your b**h is gettin' honest Quick talk bout she love how he get down on her plus she's he's on his dick All kinda sh** listen to twice and you're rewindin' it Inclined to spit, still can make the owner of those diamonds sit beside your b**h And if she's fast with the game She gettin', broke off like a clasp on your chain Ain't cuttin' slack for no lames, half of y'all rappers just s** Against the King, you take an L, like I pa**ed you a dutch Feel the agony, I'm never shook to peal caps, dog I got my strong arm steady and will blast y'all [Hook]