BAP! Lyrics ( English translation ) – Twin S (ACG), 36
Aye Krome, this one’s hard you know
Mm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz
She said that she likes me, but she don’t like my friends
She thinks it’s them that’s giving me guns
She don’t know that I give it to them
I’m in a stolen car on a crazy mission, like I wanna go back to the penitentiary
But I don’t really think about that one
I’m filling the clip and I’m acting crazy with the gun
If you hear that I done it, it’s facts
I’m with H and we both got weapons
That boy got shot on the way to his girl
So he was literally dying for ass
Ha, I ain’t anything like him, ask around lil’ boy, I’m Twin
I didn’t earn my name from making a song
I’m known for shooting my target
I shoot to kill, there have been many guns
Are they talking two to a man like me? I thrive on drills
Not countless times, always kept it real
Got to check the receipts, what I’ve done on the field
The amount of times that I fired my gun
I’m still surprised that it gives me a thrill
I know that I shouldn’t encourage but I’m telling my young gang members, “Do it as well”
Before I went on a drill, I put a man on my hit list
I shot a man over nothing
You ever seen a man lay flat on his back
All the shooters go when I wave my hand
I play my role, I’m in my zone
How you talk on man? That enemy got dealt with
It’s a serious charge if you let off that Mac
He got shot, I was man of the match
He got shot, can’t diss him with weak talk
Snitches, no, not one of my gang
I showed the wooden handle only
Not too much, I don’t brandish it wildly
Recoil it, then let that shot off
She said that she likes me, but she don’t like my friends
She thinks it’s them that’s giving me guns
She don’t know that I give it to them
I’m in a stolen car on a crazy mission, like I wanna go back to the penitentiary
But I don’t really think about that one
I’m filling the clip and I’m acting crazy with the gun
If you hear that I done it, it’s facts
I’m with H and we both got weapons
That boy got shot on the way to his girl
So he was literally dying for ass
Ha, I ain’t anything like him, ask around lil’ boy, I’m Twin
I didn’t earn my name from making a song
I’m known for shooting my target
Aye pass me the gun, let me show it about, “Yuck”
I backed out the shotgun then fired it
All of them idiots know what’s up
That coward kept on talking too much until they ran out of luck
I fired the shotgun like what? Hm
Aye, ask those guys about me
My Arabic girl just came to the block in a German car and a Shalwar Kameez
I came with H and we both got weapons
But this came true when he got released
I circled the block and fired
Got the gun on my hand, I’m erratic
My girl’s checking my following
See one girl, now she’s moving dramatic
Yeah we do them drills, fantastic
That boy got shot in the leg
Now we’re…, we turned that boy into a spastic
The way that I treat that enemy with love and care, it’s kinda romantic
He looked at my eyes and I looked at his
Then I started shooting
She said that she likes me, but she don’t like my friends
She thinks it’s them that’s giving me guns
She don’t know that I give it to them
I’m in a stolen car on a crazy mission, like I wanna go back to the penitentiary
But I don’t really think about that one
I’m filling the clip and I’m acting crazy with the gun
If you hear that I done it, it’s facts
I’m with H and we both got weapons
That boy got shot on the way to his girl
So he was literally dying for ass
Ha, I ain’t anything like him, ask around lil’ boy, I’m Twin
I didn’t earn my name from making a song
I’m known for shooting my target
Aye yo SV, this is naughty still
