Album Name

Twin Chops

Artist

28AV

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.08.28

Release Agency

지니뮤직, Stone Music Entertainment

Who that white boy
neck tat bussin’
with the dreads on him
Fuck boy switch team
gotta call the ref on him
Hoe want the daddy D
huh catch breath on him
Bitch trynna rob my wave
like pegs on it
I don’t need the bitch
she ain’t got good cred brodie
Meetainmate.com
to the little homie
Put him on now he got
money on his commissary
Big glock gang red dot
boy poppa churry
Yellow gold Figaro
lookin like hot curry
Try to reach get yo’ shit
split like a locked jury
By the way hittin’
errythang like a Hot Curry
223s get yo’ whole
fuckin’ block buried
Gang gang in our
world with our 5s up
All top notch shooters
in the line-up
Send them all to Seattle
with them 9s tucked
On the block with
them straps you can find us
I got twin chop in the 454 bitch
Paintin’ shit red like
Benjamin Moore bitch
We gon’ turn up boy
even up the score bitch
Tapped in and plus
we got AK galore bitch
Nocturnal we be up
all night till the daylight
Took the barrel off the chop
so he can spray right
Made my nigga AV take you
out like its date night
Big ape smoking sour Gelato
Skuba great white
Red beam make a nigga
stop like a brake light
Lil blood always shooting
niggas like he can’t fight
Lil blood always shooting
niggas like to take lives
Lying nigga can’t drive no folk
then he ain’t mine
I keep goons red around
this bitch like it’s a rodeo
And my dead homies see me
with the hop rolling though
If your dead homies knew
my nigga block
He prolly the reason
that he died on my momma
Voice fucked up and sad
Gang gang in our world
with our 5s up
All top notch shooters
in the line-up
Send them all to Seattle
with their 9s tucked
On the block with them straps
you can find us
I got twin chop in the 454 bitch
Paintin’ shit red like
Benjamin Moore bitch
We gon’ turn up boy
even up the score bitch
Tapped in and plus
we got AK galore bitch
Keep my bandana on
talking ‘bout right or wrong
Fucked yo bitch
our only fans out
the camera phone
Niggas know I ran it up
never had no long
Big blood skuba roo
know I’m bad to the bone
Up the dracos
stay aimin’ at yo dome
Get him scraped
dinner plate lil nigga be gone
Big boy chop
hop out through the lambo
Now he duckin’ backward
fuck it leave him stiff bro
Stuffed him with the sucker
we gon’ slideaveli
He got booked on purpose boy
we finna find his relly
Yeah I got that on my mind
I feel like YN Melly
All this ‘Sace on my drip
yes it’s the Donatelli
Gang gang in our world
with our 5s up
All top notch shooters
in the line-up
Send them all to Seattle
with their 9s tucked
On the block with them straps
you can find us
I got twin chop in the 454 bitch
Paintin’ shit red
like Benjamin Moore bitch
We gon’ turn up boy
even up the score bitch
Tapped in and plus
we got AK galore bitch