Mega Towers - Ridin' 'Round With My Twin

I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
I’m just ridin’ ‘round
Just ridin’ ‘round
Just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
Got them green eyes and light skin
Got that money all on my mind
Cuz I’m always all on my grind
I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
I’m just ridin’ ‘round
Just ridin’ ‘round
Just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
Got them green eyes and light skin
Got that money all on my mind
Cuz I’m always all on my grind
I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
Got them green eyes and light skin
Got that money all on my mind
Got New Money still on my brim
Nine-two kin
Fligh School gym
Sink or swim all my niggas dive in
If the chance is fat and the pickens are slim
I’m still comfortable in my skin
See I’m just ridin’ ‘round with some twins
Ask your girl I’m getting that trim
They say two is better than one
And they just love the twinny-twin-twins!
Fuck with him you know you’re fuckin’ with his twin
Putting in work so everyday I punch in
You know I’m going in
Looking for the win
Rolled with the punches boy I took it on the chin
Now Mama look at him
"Fresh and Grown" Kwency Jones all growed up
A fat dick make the pussy get swoll up
A double cup got a nigga gettin’ throwed up
That pink slerm got a nigga all slowed up
Hold up
You need that smoke bruh?
Well hit Jones up, Joey’s bout to roll up
With Miss Adri sippin’ Henny and Cola
In the whip so you know Kwency’s getting tore up
Ask about him from the Hills to Pomona
Kwency Bueller been killing the last four months
Truth be told “Somebody I Used To Know”
Was showing you fools up
But now its finna blow up
Sho ‘nuff, got the game sewn up
Like stitches all on my skin
Nigga that’s #TowerGang
That’s DNA
I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
OW! Just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
Got my green eyes and light skin
Rep that ’92 till I die
’92 Family all on my brim
Got your girlie all on my what!
And deez nuts all over her chin
In that vip stuntin’ like what!
Y’all motherfuckers is trying to get in
Versalution all on my back
Versalution all on my wrist
We put Versalution all on that map
I got my Cuban up in this bitch
Rollin’ cubans up with that purp
We gettin’ turnt off in this bitch
And your girl twerkin’ hard in this bitch
Good Lord she workin’ hard for this dick
DAMN!
Running Mates be the campaign
We two-eighths of that Dream Team
You superstars ain’t "Street Kings"
I pull your card in between scenes
I scoop your broad
Introduce the squad
Then flip her twice like “Thief’s Theme”
Then shoot it raw
YouTube it all
She a movie star, no green screen
I’m double cupped, no bee stings
Styrofoam full of pink lean
On the microphone like Mean Gene
That “Dial Tone”, these fees feen for that
Lincoln swag on my chin
Ernest Hemmingways on his lens
Doing work we ‘bout to punch in
Bitch I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
Hey! Just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
I’m just ridin’ ‘round
Just ridin’ ‘round
Just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
Got them green eyes and light skin
Got that money all on my mind
Cuz I’m always all on my grind
I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
I’m just ridin’ ‘round
Just ridin’ ‘round
Just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
I’m just ridin’ ‘round with my twin
Got them green eyes and light skin
Got that money all on my mind
Cuz I’m always all on my grind
I’m just

Written by:
Brandon Washburn, Britton Washburn

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find