Twact Lyrics - Ab-soul

[Intro: Ab-Soul] 

Jinx what up my nigga? 

Soulo 

I get turnt, I get rowdy 

Backwood full of some of the loudest! 

I'm fucked up! I get wasted 

That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted! 

I'm Twact! 

(I get high, she get low) 

Motherfucker I'm Twact! 

(I get high, she get low) 

Motherfucker! 

[Verse 1: Jinx] 

Uh, Twact out till I pass out 

If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed outFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin' 

House poppin' like a Frat House 

Keep 16s like a verse nigga 

Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga 

I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties 

I get the dough and bring it home, to the family 

See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me 

I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy 

Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back 

Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks 

You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped 

A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that 

I pulled up to the function with the pack 

Turnt in this bitch to the max! 

[Hook: Doeburger & Jinx] 

My nigga I'm twact (I get high) 

Turkey bag full of that gas 

Nigga I'm twact (she get low) 

Styrofoam cups, no glass 

Nigga I'm twact (get high) 

Got them bars on me, no rap 

Nigga I'm twact (she get low) 

I don't even know where I'm at 

Nigga I'm Twact! 

[Verse 2: Short Dawg] 

I just got home boy I'm glad I made it 

The Codeine got me activated 

New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it 

Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion 

I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin 

H Town slang I done poured up a (?) 

Drugs got me like woah I'mma twact raw 

And now on a mission just to get some cheeks 

If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete 

I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks 

Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep 

And I'm back on the road sipping mud again 

Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring 

The cops say "I seen you swerving, tell me why." 

I told em I ain't even gon' lie... 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul] 

Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho 

This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe 

I might even set up my camera too 

Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics 

Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit 

No, they ain't on and ain't on shit 

Yeah they on that, I'm on this... 

No necklace cause I be off the chain 

And all they say is yes when everybody know your name 

Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes 

Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining 

Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming 

Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here? 

[Hook] 

[Outro:] 

BMB, TDE 

Ladi-dadi we likes to party 

We might cause trouble, we might body somebody 

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! 

Ladi-dadi we likes to party 

We might cause trouble, we might body somebody 

Ah! Ah!