Pyrex

[Hook: Lil Twist] We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks (x3) Where's my paper? Where's my checks? Whip the shit good, all my niggas pyrex [Verse 1: Lil Twist] Papa taught me well, mama pots on the stove Told me whip the shit good, and don't touch it till it's bold I remember being a youngin, like seven years old Jumped off the porch early, them block corners got cold Listen to me, all this money in my sock Young Money, watching pops serve the block And I ain't saying that I moved the rock I'm just saying that I learned a lot Like how to clean up and load a Glock Or how to sit in the car and watch the clock And bird call if I see the cops Y'all ain't hearing me though but fearing me though In this black suburban bumpin' The L.O.X Like here I come, ready or not, ah! "Where you goin'?" On my way to the top Mothafucka, I'm just building a knot, off Hen and Ciroc Bandana round my head like Pac My whole team strapped up like S.W.A.T I wish you would think this shit was a prop Reload, click clack, pow pow I'll shoot this bitch till it stop on my YG shit Out in L.A. with tree top, Blood Still serving that Pete Rock, ugh We got guns that go biggity-biggity like a Doug E. Fresh beatbox Put ya flick on your shirt and ya brain in a meat shop (Ugh, now let that marinate, bitch) Talking flatlining, no soul like Rozay and Reebok This is real as it get when I'm goin' at they neck, muhfucka [Hook] [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] We pitch ya string like Ricky Crotona Park, put him in the lake like Ricky Rob a nigga for kicks, leave ya chick Assed out over some J's like Nicki My bitch coffee, I got a lotta Coolatta She watch kids but I'm not a new dada I am not a new dollar - for your sake, just know I wouldn't give two fucks, I'm not a koala Who wanna [?] through the [?] The Gala [?] murder tr-ain and tr-ack And follow his parlor, then I'm right up beside her Beside her, [?], [?] the vert Then from the vert the fire the other side because I got OCD A lotta niggas think they do but don't nobody really know CG I keep it ghostly, G, thinking it's cool, tryn' approach me, G I'll leave a nigga with a toasty tee Battery and your battle need a charge Hopefully, you got a life like [?] My flow re-re, you ain't on the shit that Cory read Like I don't even let the story breathe, I kill 'em all Twizzy Anybody fuck with you, my bullets they will all receive Because if Cor get teased, it's corporate fees The [?] get squeezed, this coffins pleads in court TV We at they motherfuckin' neck Same goes to anybody on they fuckin' set Tryin' anybody in my fuckin' set Fuck you think Tune put me down for? - to motherfuckin' wreck YMCMB, Militia Gang bang Nigga, chang blang, thang rang, nigga, brain hang Got your main on my dang-dang, playing sucka I'mma snuff her if she give me wang fang This shit ain't a game, mane [Hook]