Twitter Fingers Lyrics

Moving like a bitch, got no hands you got sum twitter fingers

I feel a lil itch, I might fuck around and pull the trigger

Kill you if you snitch, leave his body cold like in the winter

Fuck around get rich, on my way to cop a crib that's bigger

Know that boy a pussy, bet he don't want war wit us

Best that you don't push me, cuz you know I got hittas

Want smoke like some cookies, then you can come and hit us

Stick up in my hoodie, drop the addy lets meet up

I come wit a crowd, but you see me bitch I stand out

Talking like a clown, yeah that's why he got a man down

Said don't make a sound, and he sticking to the plan now

Finally got found, shit I heard that he got ran down

Make my momma proud, I don't want no fucking handouts

Up from off the ground, I ain't ever gonna land now

Took a longer route, it's okay because it panned out

Down and i was out, its just part of who I am now

Ina different city, bitch I'm outside by myself

Keeping myself busy, money ain't gon make itself

Bottles like I'm Diddy, sip it till there's nothin else

Shooters like I'm Fifty, bet they ain't gon leave no shells

Bitches like I'm Biggie, want me cuz I'm doing well

A bad ass lil bitty, and she playing wit herself

Lookin hella pretty, shit bitch you don't need no help

Give me that lil kitty, heard it's good for my health

Pop out and get active, ain't no back and forth on instagram

I ain't ever lacking, clutch it till I got a fucking cramp

Watch out you get packed in my wood like a couple fucking grams

Watch the way I stack it, I ain't even have to fucking scam

Always checkin' on the crew, making sure that shit go smooth

I'm like what you trynna do, lets get back that bag blew

Boy you better pay your dues, or my hittas score a few

Got red bottoms on my shoes, and they cost a couple blues