[Chorus] I'mma tilt my cup I'mma blow my trees I'mma ride twenty sevens Summins under my capris I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) Stuntin' for the broads Catch hate from the guys Steal smackin' caddy dos But not a suicide I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) [Verse 1] Twisted black, half man half beast White teeth with the penatentry crease in it You might catch me in some air force ones In the benz wit a plate dat says air force one Lil bitty street dude Known for my wordplay Dr. Doolittle, I'm hearin what the birds say 'twisted' Blow yo wig back like a hair do Bullet wound right up on my jaw don't let it scare you This one's for the radio so read between the lines I'mma type a guy to lay a beat between ya eyes Representin texas, but I ain't gotta grill Catch me in the field, I gotta pay off these bills I ain't gotta be cussin to still be street (why?) 'Cause I'm, pavement from head to my feet Lots to be done best believe I'm there I'm the F double O, l wit it i swear [Chorus] I'mma tilt my cup I'mma blow my trees I'mma ride twenty sevens Summins under my capris I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) Stuntin' for the broads Catch hate from the guys Steal smackin' caddy dos But not a suicide I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) [Verse 2] Now who else hit the club in the all white pink Lead me outside, so I wore my four wink Shoottin' on these niggas so much that I stink So many diamonds makin' everybody blink 44 mag and my dickie pants low Big niggas lookin' like look man throw Hot H deuce got tens on my toes The rolls royce piece got my chest hairs froze, whoa Not a bad broad hit the bar like a star Made a U turn like I'm ridin in the car Eased up on her so she could see my scar Started spittin' up game and in stuck like tar Idk the where ya from better yet where ya goin' Maybe see ya coat got ya lookin' like it snowin¡ Pop my collar 'cause I'm already knowin' life's good If ya would you can join [Chorus] I'mma tilt my cup I'mma blow my trees I'mma ride twenty sevens Summins under my capris I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) Stuntin' for the broads Catch hate from the guys Steal smackin' caddy dos But not a suicide I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) [Verse 3] The rims keep spinnin' when ya stoppin' at the light Then you a fool, wit it, you a fool, wit it If ya runnin' round robin cause ya cash ain't right Then ya a fool wit it, you a fool, wit it If ya got windows droppin' 4 or 5 screens Ya a fool wit it, you a fool, wit it If ya sleepin' at the light 'cause ya goin' on a lean Then ya a fool wit it, you a fool, wit it Twisted Black and I'm the last to go Too place to track homie, hit the gas and go I ain't met a cat yet that can match my swag I ain't met a cat tough enough to catch my mag I'm the truth in the proof call me genesis one I'mma preach the gospel like the ministers son I ain't lyin' one bit, y'all can check my rec Hit the pen back to back and I ain't lost my stack [Chorus] I'mma tilt my cup I'mma blow my trees I'mma ride twenty sevens Summins under my capris I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) Stuntin' for the broads Catch hate from the guys Steal smackin' caddy dos But not a suicide I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh) I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
🔥🔥🔥🔥 classic!!!!,banged in every side of TEXAS 2022🔥🔥🔥🔥
Every thing out of FT Worth TX goes hard!
The picture fire,reminds me of divicci paintings and was know to use it as symbolism talking about the world & life🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
DJ Toomp!!
[Chorus]
I'mma tilt my cup
I'mma blow my trees
I'mma ride twenty sevens
Summins under my capris
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
Stuntin' for the broads
Catch hate from the guys
Steal smackin' caddy dos
But not a suicide
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
[Verse 1]
Twisted black, half man half beast
White teeth with the penatentry crease in it
You might catch me in some air force ones
In the benz wit a plate dat says air force one
Lil bitty street dude
Known for my wordplay
Dr. Doolittle, I'm hearin what the birds say 'twisted'
Blow yo wig back like a hair do
Bullet wound right up on my jaw don't let it scare you
This one's for the radio so read between the lines
I'mma type a guy to lay a beat between ya eyes
Representin texas, but I ain't gotta grill
Catch me in the field, I gotta pay off these bills
I ain't gotta be cussin to still be street (why?)
'Cause I'm, pavement from head to my feet
Lots to be done best believe I'm there
I'm the F double O, l wit it i swear
[Chorus]
I'mma tilt my cup
I'mma blow my trees
I'mma ride twenty sevens
Summins under my capris
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
Stuntin' for the broads
Catch hate from the guys
Steal smackin' caddy dos
But not a suicide
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
[Verse 2]
Now who else hit the club in the all white pink
Lead me outside, so I wore my four wink
Shoottin' on these niggas so much that I stink
So many diamonds makin' everybody blink
44 mag and my dickie pants low
Big niggas lookin' like look man throw
Hot H deuce got tens on my toes
The rolls royce piece got my chest hairs froze, whoa
Not a bad broad hit the bar like a star
Made a U turn like I'm ridin in the car
Eased up on her so she could see my scar
Started spittin' up game and in stuck like tar
Idk the where ya from better yet where ya goin'
Maybe see ya coat got ya lookin' like it snowin¡
Pop my collar 'cause I'm already knowin' life's good
If ya would you can join
[Chorus]
I'mma tilt my cup
I'mma blow my trees
I'mma ride twenty sevens
Summins under my capris
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
Stuntin' for the broads
Catch hate from the guys
Steal smackin' caddy dos
But not a suicide
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
[Verse 3]
The rims keep spinnin' when ya stoppin' at the light
Then you a fool, wit it, you a fool, wit it
If ya runnin' round robin cause ya cash ain't right
Then ya a fool wit it, you a fool, wit it
If ya got windows droppin' 4 or 5 screens
Ya a fool wit it, you a fool, wit it
If ya sleepin' at the light 'cause ya goin' on a lean
Then ya a fool wit it, you a fool, wit it
Twisted Black and I'm the last to go
Too place to track homie, hit the gas and go
I ain't met a cat yet that can match my swag
I ain't met a cat tough enough to catch my mag
I'm the truth in the proof call me genesis one
I'mma preach the gospel like the ministers son
I ain't lyin' one bit, y'all can check my rec
Hit the pen back to back and I ain't lost my stack
[Chorus]
I'mma tilt my cup
I'mma blow my trees
I'mma ride twenty sevens
Summins under my capris
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
Stuntin' for the broads
Catch hate from the guys
Steal smackin' caddy dos
But not a suicide
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
I'mma fool, wit it (ohh)
F doulbe O L straight fool with it... Whut it dew 4. such a badass mixtape. rapid ric is the man
This goes perfectly with tech n9nes Slacker.
can i get a download?
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