Zingah - Twisted lyrics

[Hook] Don't let 'em live dog Don't let 'em please talk your sh** Go for that b**h dog Don't let 'em feast on your jig You don't know what you in for You got the info all twisted [Verse 1: Zingah] Smoking on endo all season Let's get to the set I'mma need at least four more b**hes Phorie on deck Kly on the beat small-bossing f** up a cheque Head up a strip club go spend it Hop on a jet, gone for a week long, four cities Please pour more liquor The Lord Of The Jig knows no limits I k** sons for a living And I got the cheat codes for a win I don't believe all your lyrics 'Cause you n***as still got no image I can hit Maphorisa to send her the Dip Low 4 remix Now that's a plug Yeah that's a plug I'm on the couches when I'm up in the club f**in it up, yeah, f**in it up They know that something is up when I come in with bucks Man you n***as can't f** with the boss Let alone f** with the bars [Hook] [Verse 2: Saudi] (Zingah explaining why Saudi isn't on the song)