Lil Domestic Abuse Meets Yeat and Kanye

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Back in the Benz and I'm blowing her back out Pull up with tools and we airing this bitch out Oh he's your homie? Kill him off with no doubt I got more Benz, I do this shit, just for clout I got the guap, I got the Glock Trip up with me and I spin up yo block Fucking a thot, scamming a lot I'm the most wanted and I never get caught PMC, that's the gang, yeah Ayy Pull up with guns, yeah we out with artillery I fuck this bitch and her name was like Hillary Posted with guns, yeah the boys like the military If we got beef we pull up with hostility Ayy, that was a cool ass bar. Where's the rest of the song though? Okay Ayy, yuh, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh [Verse 2] She call me Twizzy She call me Twizzy She call me Twizzy Shе call me Twizzy She call me Twizzy Shе call me Twizzy She call me Twizzy She call me Twizzy Pull up in a Tonka, that's a dumpy, call me Twizzy Pull up with the lean, your bitch she just be callin' Twizzy Damn, that shit great, but she still call me Twizzy With a fuckin' Twizzy, if she leave she callin' Twizzy She call me Twizzy She call me- [Verse 3] Uh, uh, uh From Chicago, yeah you know where the guns blow Same place where we work and kids grow Scarface, say I got that Montana flow They know that I'm tryna get that Montana dough Get a rush like I'm tweakin' off white blow But like a porn star I'm best when I swallow They need attention, but they call me a G though So listen here give your ears, it's your hero Snorin' in bed with blankets cause my head spin And I can't breath when I'm high cause the air's thin Better or worse, I'm center of attention Women'll give it up for just some attention Got no time fo-that kinda connection I know they pay me too much attention So if it comes down, may the best man win Gift and a curse, I'm the center of attention [Verse 4] What up girl, why don't you tell me how you been Tall, black, but yo ass kinda look thin She ask me 'bout what's the situation Mixed feelings cause all the chicks dig him On my knees, dear God, what am I askin' Tryna make a song before this challenge ends Twelve hours in and I'm tryna make amends Too much sauce, every mistake is a trend