Twitter Fingers

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