[Intro: Krizz Kaliko]
OK
Twistin' yay, you know?
Mixin' it up, splittin' it up, deliverin' it like take-out food, and not giving a fuck
From the north side to the south side
Twistin' yay is the way of life
Hustlin'
Bound together by n***as that's known to break 'em off something, give it to me

[Verse 1: Rappin Twan]
Yeah, I'm on the grind, getting cheese like the rats do
You n***as eating peanuts like cashews
I do it tripple XL like Big Scoob
That's the homie though, you n***as phoney, bro
I'm like a boss in the town like Barack is
All they really wanna know is who shot the kid?
But um... that's a different story, different day
I'm on the block, and I'm twistin' the yay
And um... the bitches say "There they go again"
My raps like [?]
They call it Strange Music 'cause we some major factors
You n***as on some bullshit, I call you all actors
[?] and cut the grass low
Shit, all I really know is gettin' cash everyday, bro
And I don't know [?] my n***a
I fuck with the killers on the grind, gettin' scrilla [?]
Sing it
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne]
Wanna know where I'm gone all day?
When I'm gone away I been twistin' yay
I'm a Kansas City gritty committee
To my paper chace, I do this all day
Yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yey

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
I be out there on some grown man, chasing that paper
From the dime to the bay, we be twistin' that yay
Got me chefin' up that good dope, (good dope)
Hitter quitter, tryna spit it for the hood folk
From the middle where it's gritty and it's so loc
Killa City, that's my city and it's no joke
From the gutter where we suffering, it's no hope
Be so quick [?] problem with that gun smoke
Take my wisdom, and I push it with a pen and pad
Spit that yola soda, best you ever had
Strange Music, how I move it, and I push it swell
Put that butter on these suckers, and they can't tell
Little business, I ain't got to move with the night
I use words, bring my gutter life to the light
If I'm missing and my face ain't on the scene
I let the homie Kali tell it when he starts to sing
N***a sing
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne]
Wanna know where I'm gone all day?
When I'm gone away I been twistin' yay
I'm a Kansas City gritty committee
To my paper chace, I do this all day
Yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yey

[Verse 3: Skatterman]
Same clothes for three days in the dope spot
Different game, same grind to put you on top
Hustle and dedication, determanation and grit
When I was young, I used to serve on the strip
I guess I came a long way from pushing packs of the pure stuff
To 65 singles, blowing purple on the tour bus
Skatter and Big Scoob with Krizz Kali and Kutt
Tech probably somewhere with a slut
You see way before music and the Snake and the Bat
I used to throw Blood signs with Jason and Raf
Twistin' yay all day, tryna chase me a stack
300 white bitches chasing me back
Feeling guilty, 'cause a kid said he missing me
This night in Georgia, next night Tennessee
I change lanes from the kitchen, let them cakes cook
And serve the flows to my fiends on Facebook
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne]
Wanna know where I'm gone all day?
When I'm gone away I been twistin' yay
I'm a Kansas City gritty committee
To my paper chace, I do this all day
Yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yeyey-yeyey
Twistin' yey