Artist: Ab-Soul f/ Doeburger, Jinx, Short Dawg Album: These Days... Song: Twact Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Ab-Soul] Jinx what up my nigga? (Soulo...) I get turnt! (Get turnt) I get rowdy! Backwood full of some of the loudest! I'm fucked up! (Fucked up) I get wasted! That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted! I'm twact, twact, twact... Motherfucker I'm twact, twact, twact... Motherfucker! [Jinx] I get high, she get low... I get high, she get low... Uh, twact out 'til I pass out If you ain't fuckin' with the team then you assed out Flow dope like a crack house Bitches pill poppin', house poppin' like a frat house (boomin'!) Keep 16s like a verse nigga (nigga nigga!) Codeine got me leanin' in reverse nigga (nigga nigga!) Uhh, I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties I get the dough and bring it home to the family See I ain't fuckin' with you man if you ain't payin' me I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy Uhh, smokin' Backwoods back-to-back Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks (BRRRT~!) You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that I pulled up to the function with the pack Turnt in this bitch to the max! [Chorus: Doeburger] + (Jinx) My nigga I'm twact, twact, twact (I get high) Turkey bag full of that gas Nigga I'm twact, twact, twact (she get low) Styrofoam cups, no glass Nigga I'm twact, twact, twact (I get high) Got them bars on me, no rap Nigga I'm twact, twact, twact (she get low) I don't even know where I'm at - nigga I'm twact! [Short Dawg] Uh-uh, look I just got home boy I'm glad I made it The codeine got me activated New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it Know I got the lean on me like tax evasion I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis Mind travelin', gettin' throwed like a javelin H-Town slang I done poured up a Matt Schaub Drugs got me like woah I'ma twact raw And now on a mission just to get some cheeks If she don't answer when I call, I'ma hit delete I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep And I'm back on the road sippin' mud again Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm colorin' The cops say "I seen you swerving, tell me why." I told 'em "I ain't even gon' lie..." [Chorus] [Ab-Soul] ... Soulo hoe Well known from Del Amo to Soho hoe (yeah) This ain't Arabian Night but let me see your camel toe I might even set up my camera too Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit (they don't know shit) No, they ain't on and ain't on shit (nope) Yeah they on that and I'm on this And I don't need no necklace cause I be off the chain And all they say is yes when everybody know your name (hah) Got a pack of jet fuel that they don't use for planes Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remainin' (high as a motherfucker) Seals in the cut like Navy trainin' Along with a couple other things I shouldn't be namin' Ay, long hair, don't care How come I'm the most faded in here? [Chorus] [Outro: Ab-Soul] BMB... TDE Lodi-dodi, we likes to party We might cause trouble, we might body somebody Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ah Lodi-dodi we likes to party We might cause trouble, we might body somebody Ah, ah