Twistin (Feat. Denzel Curry)

L.A.P.D. Police Station
Yes, I'd like to report ah, a murder, a dead body, or something
Where at?
In the alley
Damn, man
Yeah
Curry
Shouts out to Ugly Mane

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

KLVN 1999, Raven Miyagi
I stay on my grind, ever since they took Chyne
I break out that .9, aim it and cock it
Don't fuck nigga drop it, I shoot it, they pop it
I lay down the line just like a pipe
Like a blunt gettin' sliced at the end of a scythe
Grim to the reaper, I'm 'bout to get deeper
Blackland, Carol City my shit day and night

Bitch, fuck a man on the moon
I'm Captain Planet, I'm plantin' the shrooms
Evacuate the fuckin' premises lyricists
Evidence runnin' with Raider Klan goons, all black, Ugly Mane
Just like from Memphis, I'm makin' a stang
Hoes talk that shit, and they always run game
But when niggas beckon, they screamin' yo name

Fuck them stupid hos, really that's the way it goes
I bought Triple Six and Outkast's Greatest Hits
So niggas can't touch me, a friend or a foe
And Slikk, I fucked up yo' shit, young nigga, yo' ass gone lame
I'm the best outta Carol City, ever since Gunplay
Denzel Curry, ho

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds (yeah)
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Listen, young man, I can pop you with one hand
Rob you with the other, Ugly Mane, I go dumb ham
I'm a one man unaffiliated private institution
Don't confuse it, me and Raider Klan is tight as nooses
All black Zeus-in', it gets gruseome if you slippin'
Leave you imprisoned inside a chalk line around your final position
Got this forty that I'm sippin', 'cause it's boring with no competition
I'm slidin' through the hood on these Ds that I'm twistin'

This is for the playas, this is for the runners
This is for them hustlers smokin' herb in abundance
Flippin' nothin less than onions, pullin' guns as big as Paul Bunyon
We keep it more than underground, we in the dungeon

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner

Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' with my partners, tossin' forties on the corner