Twilight Zone

She's working, she's twerking, she's going to earn a Birkin Still putting pain off the muscle Legs in the air off the deep stroke, it's flirting What we going to do all this space in the Burban Gotta keep a K like a nigga wearing turbans Came in this rap shit on purpose Feel like I deserve it Paying all my member's secret service Not playing games with this music know it's worship Worship might just start preaching Giving young niggas free game all the secrets Hard work know how I did this, know that I shitted White t-shirt denim jeans with the fitted Fly nigga sauce add some spice to the recipe Never let the ops get the best of me Never let the Game get ahead of me Never let the fame put a check on me Come to the twilight zone Come with your highlights on Love when you hit my phone Tell me what's right from wrong Aye what's right or wrong nights alone Too many nights dirty sprite alone Too many fights I admit that I'm wrong Too much despite now, I'm tripping you're gone Aye flipping my phone Leave me alone, don't come back home Checking you're gone Make sure it's long Blocking your number because I have moved on All of her cooking know I miss your mom Summer good-looking sundress you put on Trying to get bookings somewhere in Nepal The next diamond Cuban comes setting in prongs Huh, young nigga got bars you can't rap on this instrumental It's detrimental, my flow sounds like I'm going mental Cheap food hungry soup with the lentils For sure not gental Going to the top you can't stop what Is meant to Know we going to crop through his red suit Run to the cops in your fed suit Come to the twilight zone Come with your highlights on Love when you hit my phone Tell me what's right from wrong Aye what's right or wrong nights alone Too many nights dirty sprite alone Too many fights I admit that I'm wrong Too much despite now, I'm tripping you're gone By any means necessary I'm going to get rich Stack it and flip Going for the crown until I'm down broke hoes aren't shit You just a bitch, you just a snitch Never going to run to the feds get the bands up Make sure the cash straight go pick my mans up Fans off the back page go hit my brand up Leaving a dust trail go pick the sand up