[Produced by Dnyc3]

[Intro: Ab-Soul & Yung Jinx]
Jinx, what up, my n***a?
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
I get high, she get low
Motherfucker I'm twact, twact, twact
I get high, she get low (Motherfucker)

[Verse 1: Yung Jinx]
Uh, twact out 'til I pass out
If you ain't fucking 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, n***a
Codeine got me leaning in reverse, n***a
I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties
I get the dough and bring it home to the family
See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me
I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy
Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back
Double-cross the squad and get boxed like Cracker Jacks
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 & Yung Jinx]
My n***a I'm twact (I get high)
Turkey bag full of that gas
N***a I'm twact (She get low)
Styrofoam cups, no glass
N***a I'm twact (I get high)
Got them bars on me, no rap
N***a I'm twact (She get low)
I don't even know where I'm at
N***a I'm twact

[Verse 2: Short Dawg]
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 traveling, getting 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 gon' be asleep
And I'm back on the road sipping mud again
Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring
The cops say "I seen you swerving, tell me why"
I told em I ain't even gon' lie...
[Chorus: Doeburger & Yung Jinx]
My n***a I'm twact (I get high)
Turkey bag full of that gas
N***a I'm twact (She get low)
Styrofoam cups, no glass
N***a I'm twact (I get high)
Got them bars on me, no rap
N***a I'm twact (She get low)
I don't even know where I'm at
N***a I'm twact

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Soulo ho
Well known from Del-Amo to Soho, ho
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 n***as talking shit but they don't know shit
No, they ain't on and ain't on shit
Yeah they on that, 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
Got a pack of jet fuel that they don't use for planes
Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining
Seals in the cut like Navy training
Along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming
Ay, long hair, don't care
How come I'm the most faded in here?
[Chorus: Doeburger & Yung Jinx]
My n***a I'm twact (I get high)
Turkey bag full of that gas
N***a I'm twact (She get low)
Styrofoam cups, no glass
N***a I'm twact (I get high)
Got them bars on me, no rap
N***a I'm twact (She get low)
I don't even know where I'm at
N***a I'm twact

[Outro: Ab-Soul]
BMB, TDE
Ladi-dadi, we likes to party
We might cause trouble, we might body somebody
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah
Ladi-dadi, we likes to party
We might cause trouble, we might body somebody
Ah, ah