[Verse 1 : Envy Caine]
Had to get rid of my cases, get back to the basics to stack all these bands up
We got the streets, it’s too easy, we can’t find him spin round back leave his mans slumped
All black flags run up in your spot, took the jewelry, the drugs and the breesh ‘cause we need that
From the ‘Ville to the Fields, [?], to the Kirk, Sterling, H Bloxk where the Gz at, gang
[Chorus]
Steady twirlin’ tryna shoot shit
Whole lotta chops movin’ ruthless
Niggas gettin’ smoked, becomin’ new spliffs
It been quiet for that Woo shit
From Brownsville to Flatbush them Blixky’s be packin’
We Choo’n and Twirlin’, Wasstaxkin’
From Brownsville to Flatbush thеm Blixky’s be packin’
We Choo’n and Twirlin’, Wasstaxkin’
Steady twirlin’ tryna shoot shit
Wholе lotta chops movin’ ruthless
Niggas gettin’ smoked, becomin’ new spliffs
It been quiet for that Woo shit
From Brownsville to Flatbush them Blixky’s be packin’
We Choo’n and Twirlin’, Wasstaxkin’
From Brownsville to Flatbush them Blixky’s be packin’
We Choo’n and Twirlin’, Wasstaxkin’, gang
[Verse 2: Ktone]
Boy, you can’t ball from the bleachers
Treesh snatch my soul out my sneakers
Cuzzy like when you gon’ re-up?
I’m in the spot and I’m never gon’ [?]
Choo’n and twirlin’, I bargain with demons
Free my young boy got him stuck in the deacon
Shooters that with me they clutch for no reason
Just stay on your defense
[Verse 3: Stain Blixky]
Bend blocks with a big chop
[?] do it for Rich Floxks
I load up my bin then I’m breesh chasin’
Do a drill, pull off the scene like we speed racin’
Thirty shot in that car [?]
You on the strip then he gon’ get his car flipped
With my Choo’s and we Twirlin’
Get shot then we swervin’
Bodies drop start curlin’
The FN gon’ hit him and rip him up
The Gz gon’ hop out that tinted trick
You not Choo’n or Twirlin’ can’t sit sit with us
Your girl in our whirlwind she lit with us (What?), gang
Your girl in our whirlwind she lit with us (What? Gang, gang)
[Chorus]
Steady twirlin’ tryna shoot shit
Whole lotta chops movin’ ruthless
Niggas gettin’ smoked, becomin’ new spliffs
It been quiet for that Woo shit
From Brownsville to Flatbush them Blixky’s be packin’
We Choo’n and Twirlin’, Wasstaxkin’
From Brownsville to Flatbush them Blixky’s be packin’
We Choo’n and Twirlin’, Wasstaxkin’
Steady twirlin’ tryna shoot shit
Whole lotta chops movin’ ruthless
Niggas gettin’ smoked, becomin’ new spliffs
It been quiet for that Woo shit
From Brownsville to Flatbush them Blixky’s be packin’
We Choo’n and Twirlin’, Wasstaxkin’
From Brownsville to Flatbush them Blixky’s be packin’
We Choo’n and Twirlin’, Wasstaxkin’, gang
[Verse 4: RayMula]
Choo’n and Twirlin’ with Flocka’s
You know I stay with a knockers
No I am not for the gossip
Speak on the dead and get shot up
Only pop up for the pop up
All of the bitches they watch us
They know we shiggy
Couple of Stars and some Blixky’s
Shoot out the car he be Ricky
Keep a AR or a Glizzy
Don’t play with a Star or a Dizzy
Foenem get busy
Twirlin’ and drippy, do drills in Givenchy
I’m swervin’ the Bentley, off henny I’m benty
Please do not tempt me I shoot ‘til it’s empty
Hollows got plenty, can’t duck from this red beam
Hollows got plenty, can’t duck from this red beam, lil bitch
[Verse 5: Envy Caine]
Coka Jigga on a money hunt, bussin’ these moves tryna run up these bands
Punch works, counterfeits, weed clickin’ still cookin’ crack in the pan
Dick her down good bitches shakin’, shiverin’ when we fuckin’ I feel like the man
Smokin’ Fatboy in some brown paper, fronto, every blunt is a gram
Once I spot him I’ma hop out the car quick
Pop a Oxy start thinkin’ I saw shit
FN bullets make a nigga do backflips
Hahaha, that’s why you mans in a casket
Drop your location fuck rappin’ we pullin’ up
Caught his man left him stinkin’ that’s good enough
Drop the window and they see us they takin’ off
Had on too much gold told him take it off
[Chorus]
Steady twirlin’ tryna shoot shit
Whole lotta chops movin’ ruthless
Niggas gettin’ smoked, becomin’ new spliffs
It been quiet for that Woo shit
From Brownsville to Flatbush them Blixky’s be packin’
We Choo’n and Twirlin’, Wasstaxkin’
From Brownsville to Flatbush them Blixky’s be packin’
We Choo’n and Twirlin’, Wasstaxkin’
Steady twirlin’ tryna shoot shit
Whole lotta chops movin’ ruthless
Niggas gettin’ smoked, becomin’ new spliffs
It been quiet for that Woo shit
From Brownsville to Flatbush them Blixky’s be packin’
We Choo’n and Twirlin’, Wasstaxkin’
From Brownsville to Flatbush them Blixky’s be packin’
We Choo’n and Twirlin’, Wasstaxkin’, gang
[Verse 6: Yung Jay]
Twirlin’ and floxkin’ we runnin’ shit
Catch him, spot him, whack him, then we spin again
750 got me hella smizz
Rollin’ Ike I ain’t had enough of it
Shooters shootin’, pull up, don’t know where they at
The Smith & Wesson tear a nigga back
I ain’t movin’ doley, bitch, it’s me and Stacks
I bet Fatboy Chubs take him off the map
We be too drippy for the opps
What you smokin’? Bitch, I’m smokin’ hella Flock
And I got a thirty in a Glock
Walkin’ ready, I got one up in the top
We spot him, we fire every shot
Free up [?] he love playin’ with them Glocks
Anybody get shot
