Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Twin Turbo’ by 88GLAM. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 88GLAM or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Woo, woo
Yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
Ratchet on me like a charm, that’s no bracelet
Make it sing like it’s Solange and erase shit (woo)
I got too much weight on me, stash in basements
Pass the digi dash, sell before the hour pass (aye, aye)
Hol’ up, you spendin’ too much, how you make it stack? Aye
I need a bedroom just to lay the cash, aye
I’m droppin’ out but I ain’t fail no math, aye
I bought a foreign just to drive it, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
Two seater coupe, I chose to ride with her, aye (ride with her)
She give me top, don’t need to tutor her, aye
She like Margiela, like to rock the fur, aye
I like to show her, watch her nigga splurge, aye
Holy grail, I sip only Act
Digi-dash, my Rollie froze, she so attached
Fuckin’ with me, f*ck what your friends say
You know that I’m master, yeah, I’m sensei
Aye, my flexin’ turned to habit since I’m on (flexin’ turned to habit)
Aye, my flexin’ turned to habit since I’m on
And I’m on the Bombay, aye (and I’m on that)
Fuckin’ on me, faded off the Bombay (fuckin’ on me, Bombay)
I can’t bring it home, aye
It’s way too late out, I cannot come home, aye
I’m way too faded, I cannot come home, aye
My main bitch tellin’ me time to come home, aye
All I needed was my medicine
Bitch, I don’t talk, and off top, I see no need
Bitch, I don’t talk and the fifth is what I plead
Bitch love my Glock ’cause I squeeze her when I please
Bitch, I got Wok, I got molly and codeine
I’m a thug, bitch, I’m a thug
Show me love, bitch, show me love, yeah
Love like a wishbone, twist like a fish bone
Flips like a Bitcoin, zip on my flip phone
Say you got a man, yeah, that’s one less for me
Come through swagged up just to undress for me
Say you got a man, yeah, that’s one less for me
Come through swagged up just to undress for me
Holy grail, I sip only Act
Digi-dash, my Rollie froze, she so attached
Fuckin’ with me, f*ck what your friends say
You know that I’m master, yeah, I’m sensei
Aye, my flexin’ turned to habit since I’m on (flexin’ turned to habit)
Aye, my flexin’ turned to habit since I’m on
And I’m on the Bombay, aye (and I’m on that)
Fuckin’ on me, faded off the Bombay (fuckin’ on me, Bombay)
I can’t bring it home, aye