Broke Boi J - Twins 2! Lyrics

I don't even know her, she calling me friend
McLaren or the Benz
She trying to take off my pants
I'm trying to bend her right over
Glock laying on the sofa
Glock hit him with that Sulfur
It's gon' heat him like a toaster
Two bad hoes, they twinnin'
She gon' shake it, she gon' bend it
She know I get to the spinach
Opp block, imma spin it
Don't need a beam, I'm not missing
Imma quit when I'm done hitting
Glock equipped, I go everywhere with it
When I pull up, I don't need assistance
Tic Tac Toe, this Glock finna blow
.223s, no this ain't for show
Got a good plug, get that gas for the low
If you talking down, we gon' kick down ya door
Like left foot, right foot, march up in yo crib
We not playing games, man, you know what it is
I'm JKM, there's no, to give
She so nasty, man she making me sick
Whip up in the kitchen, imma master
Glock finna preach, like a pastor
Hit it from the back, she get passed up
He sent me his song, now it's laughter

I don't even know her, she calling me friend
McLaren or the Benz
She trying to take off my pants
I'm trying to bend her right over
Glock laying on the sofa
Glock hit him with that Sulfur
It's gon' heat him like a toaster
Two bad hoes, they twinnin'
She gon' shake it, she gon' bend it
She know I get to the spinach
Opp block, imma spin it
Don't need a beam, I'm not missing
Imma quit when I'm done hitting
Glock equipped, I go everywhere with it
When I pull up, I don't need assistance
Tic Tac Toe, this Glock finna blow
.223s, no this ain't for show
Got a good plug, get that gas for the low
If you talking down, we gon' kick down ya door
Like left foot, right foot, march up in yo crib
We not playing games, man, you know what it is
I'm JKM, there's no, to give
She so nasty, man she making me sick
Whip up in the kitchen, imma master
Glock finna preach, like a pastor
Hit it from the back, she get passed up
He sent me his song, now it's laughter