paroles de chanson plot twist - mintxy

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me and T3, bruh
No one, bruh

You ain't even gotta know the name, know it's Mintxy, bitch
Couldn't fuck with broke bitches, had to get a city bitch
Big bro rolled two blunts, we ain't spliffin' it
Lil dawgs rollin' up the street, we just lit this bitch up

If you need the drop, one call, then it's ups
I ain't splittin' nothin' if you fuckin' with the bums
Said he fuckin' with me, then that dude must be on drugs (T3)
He a rat, he a cap, he a bitch, he a chubb

Yeah, goin' out sad if you fuckin' with a chubb
I'm a solid nigga, I ain't never been a scrub
Sittin' in blimps, nigga, we can get it up
Sayin' that you better than me, boy, you really dumb as fuck

Ain't no nigga like T3, bitch, I'm really one of one
Thinkin' I'm a bitch, you can really test your luck
In it to the neck, cause in the streets, it ain't no love
It's two joints on the beat, it ain't nobody else above

Uh-huh, no, for real though, it's really us
Might as well go kick some fuckin' rocks if you ain't showin' love
Got a lil' thotty on my line, like, why you ain't pull up (pull up)
Bitch, I got a bag to catch, like, what the fuck (what the fuck)

Lil' hoe off the molly, might just do her perky dance
I can send the addy, but you cannot bring your perky friends (geeks)
And she finna drop it low like a tuddy (damn)
You can keep the top, all I wanted was some
Cuddy (yeah, pussy)

Bitch broke as fuck, you can't top, bitch, you buggin
I gotta dip, no, I ain't coming here for nothing (no I didn't)
Bitch, I'm for the bag, I know you ain't here for nothin
I'm a too-solid nigga, so I don't even do the bluffing (ona real)

Get that chip, bitch, yeah, it's no discussion
Only joints in this bitch, you know, we don't do the Rummies (never did)
What's on my mind, all I think about is money
I got packs and four racks in my line, you gon' love it

You gon' love the way I get this bag and spend that cash
He dropped a lil' hundred on a tee, it's fuckin' ass (shit was trash)
Had to cop some new drip, had to run it back
And we had the dude runnin' like a running back (catch a fade)

They say Mintxy singin' trash, but I can really rap
I can't even recite my music, it come off the top
She say, Mintxy, come back over, know she love to slop
T3 goin' for the dunk, the way I throw the lob

Yeah, told Mintxy pass me the lob
Bitch, here we up next, tryna get that wop
Like, you can close your legs, all I want is top
Niggas say they really on, but they really not

Damn, like, damn, that's a plot twist
Niggas say they up bands, but ain't got chip
Then you pop it to the hoe, before you not it
Nigga, I been really goin' hard to get that gwap in

(Ona real)