Twin Towers lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Flocka!
Twin Towers in this motherf*cker, n*gga
Slim Dunkin, n*gga
Flocka Robinson, n*gga
We're in the building, n*gga
When you see us, salute us or shoot us
What's happening, n*gga? New mixtape

[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin & Waka Flocka Flame]
This a K.I.D. production, f*ck a introduction
Told me to do 30 bars without cussin'
That's like pulling out the strap without bussin'
Nine-to-five n*ggas screaming, "everyday you're hustlin'"
Knowing you ain't in the trap, but you ain't sold nothin'
Gucci cut the check, signing Slim, mighty discussion
Twelves beating in my trunk to give you a concussion
Hold up, cool out before we pull them tools out
Aye, Slim, man, you shining like a motherf*cker, n*gga
Flocka Robinson in this b*tch, n*gga
In the paint shawty, n*gga
We got blocks, n*gga
What's happening?
Flocka!

[Verse 2: Slim Dunkin & Waka Flocka Flame]
Slim and Flock don't give a f*ck, towers got you super stuck
This some bullsh*t, I thought you was gon' knuck if we buck
Bucking would get you shot quick, I'll let the Glock spit
Sit your ass down like the pilot in the c*ckpit
I'm who you despise, I see in your eyes, and
Hit the club 50 deep like shawty from Verizon
Bricksquad! Super deep, n*gga
Beat your motherf*cking ass, n*gga
Slim Dunkin and Flocka Robinson
This sh*t real talk, n*gga
Flocka!
[Verse 3: Slim Dunkin]
Magic City Monday, tricking on a Monday
Scared to take a shot, still f*cked up from Sunday
Tuesday, the Libra, east side I see you
More than having pressure, room f*cking with my people
Rock star lifestyle, Wednesday wasted
Often I will take the shots, Patron got me faded
Lavish Lounge on Thursday, wet paint Thursday
Dry paint job, got your whip looking thirsty
Figure8 on Friday, we do this sh*t my way
Wild, being selfish [?] right beside me
A-Plus my DJ, yelling go DJ
Stomp his ass out, I hope Jonny 8 see me
Saturday, another world, Cali with my dirty girl
Takes I know with K.I.P., arrogant with Sean T

[Outro: Waka Flocka Flame]
What's up, [?]?
Aye, man, this sh*t Flocka, n*gga
Pull a chair up, man
Grab some popcorn, get a Coca-Cola or a Sprite
This sh*t going digital, man
Like, real talk, man
K.I.D. on the track, man
f*ck with this sh*t, n*gga
Flocka Robinson and Slim Dunkin
We here now
Flocka!