All That I Know

[Hook: OCD: Moosh & Twist] I ride for my clique I get live with my clique Go get high with my clique Do or die for my clique Said it's all that I know Yeah, it's all that I know Yeah, it's all that I know And you can never tell me nothing I ride for my clique I get live with my clique Go get high with my clique Do or die for my clique Said it's all that I know Yeah, it's all that I know Yeah, it's all that I know And you can never tell me nothing [Verse 1: Twist] You already know just where I be dog, I ain't being cocky But Philly what I'm repping, watch me check it like it's hockey I ain't tryna get it twisted, if you get it then you got me If you with it, cool, if not, I'll treat you like a Tamagotchi I'mma let you down point, yeah, I never disappoint Give me something I can I spit on, watch me rip it like a joint I'm 'bout to take her out to dinner, guarantee I tip her Little but we do it big, like I was a dipper And these homies never crushin', guarantee they never bustin' Dog, your flow be super weak, now go to sleep like Robitussin I ain't tryna be that homie who could never make it happen If you down let's get it crackin', make that paper keep it stackin' Like I love the way it feel, when she break it down for real What's the deal, flow is worth a mil Trick, I'm 'bout to kill, keep it trill That's the way I roll, that's the way I go That's for 'sho, that's the way I flow Every day you know... [Hook: OCD: Moosh & Twist] [Verse 2: Moosh] I'm like one time for my day-ones, man, who the hell gon' stop us? Came up from that dark side, where they ride around with them choppers Stay clear of them gold diggers, trying to get a piece of that lobster Man, I be whipping it so hard, gotta watch out for them coppers But we just bringing Philly back, it's just me and Twizzy Mack Swear to God I'm on a roll, you gon' have to willy that Hear about the kids, we just scare 'em out of gigs It's about damn time that they verify the kids Man, I'm feeling stupid homie, I might do the money dance I flew to Vegas and I woke up at the bunny ranch Baby, you too official, I'm tryna see it with you You know they call me Q, be my Moesha Mitchell I'm like pay what you owe me, I don't play with you phonies I got enough friends, I don't bet with you homie You ain't talking 'bout profit, my hands stuck in my wallet It's all good, my slate clean, don't worry 'bout it, I got it [Hook: OCD: Moosh & Twist] [Verse 3: Hoodie Allen] Running with teams up and out of your league Looking like Leaf, Ryan, you trying but never achieve Fuck it, I'm cutting down everything that you aspire to be People be talking 'bout all of your raps and they falling asleep, capital Z Put on my track and I'm burning 'em down, shout to love letters fired to me Bank account is like millions, living life with some villains Pulling up in that stolen car, scaring all the civilians Rich bitches be pissed at us, bad bitches be missing us I'm out here with that Moosh & Twist, these other rappers just kids to us So zip it up, I ain't talking 'bout it, 'less I live that Big bitches on thin ice, yeah homie my shit crack Bend over then get slapped, 'bout to teach a lesson Every time I touch the beat, they said "oh god" like it's a blessin' Watch me take your girl, I'm just messin' Watch me take your job, I'm just messin' I got these old women screaming my name at the top of they lungs, like they might be pubescent I got your attention, and I ain't gonna drop it The more that you listen, the more that I profit So I'mma keep ripping, and y'all can keep floppin' I'm rap's Robert Griffin, so who gonna stop 'em? SHWOOP