Twisted!
Excuse me
Y'all got me fucked up, please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck, damn, we got 'em sick, huh?
Hundred thousand flights, pockets lookin' like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Got these niggas mad, and that envy shit is tragic
Young Aminé, baby, please don't, please don't
Please don't touch my baggage
I'm so motherfuckin' pretty, put my face up on a jacket
Talkin' 'bout me like I care, but I'm at Disney doin' acid
I got a bitch that's bad
And a bitch that's super freaky, she got hella ass
Vanmoof on my bike, I let that drama pass
Niggas show some love, but tell me, what's the catch?
Tell me, what's the catch?
Y'all got me fucked up, please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck, damn, we got 'em sick, huh?
Hundred thousand flights, pockets lookin' like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, you can't get that shit from me
Rappers wanna send a verse I tell 'em, "Send a warranty"
My ice real, yours make belief, niggas sweet, I'm sugar-free
Flight to Paris in the mornin', but my pants is Japanese
(I think that's him) rollin' deep (really deep), like Adele
(Oh my God) call my foes (huh), tell 'em I'm doin' well (he's great)
I'm ducked off somewhere in the cut
Said she can't see in the club, so I put my wrist up
Y'all got me fucked up, please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck, damn, we got 'em sick, huh?
Hundred thousand flights, pockets lookin' like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist, y'all
Wrist up, wrist, y'all got me fucked up (fucked up)
Y'all got me fucked up, please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck, damn, we got 'em sick, huh?
Hundred thousand flights, pockets lookin' like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Got these niggas mad, and that envy shit is tragic
Young Aminé, baby, please don't, please don't
Please don't touch my baggage
I'm so motherfuckin' pretty, put my face up on a jacket
Talkin' 'bout me like I care, but I'm at Disney doin' acid
I got a bitch that's bad
And a bitch that's super freaky, she got hella ass
Vanmoof on my bike, I let that drama pass
Niggas show some love, but tell me, what's the catch?
Tell me, what's the catch?
Y'all got me fucked up, please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck, damn, we got 'em sick, huh?
Hundred thousand flights, pockets lookin' like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, you can't get that shit from me
Rappers wanna send a verse I tell 'em, "Send a warranty"
My ice real, yours make belief, niggas sweet, I'm sugar-free
Flight to Paris in the mornin', but my pants is Japanese
(I think that's him) rollin' deep (really deep), like Adele
(Oh my God) call my foes (huh), tell 'em I'm doin' well (he's great)
I'm ducked off somewhere in the cut
Said she can't see in the club, so I put my wrist up
Y'all got me fucked up, please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck, damn, we got 'em sick, huh?
Hundred thousand flights, pockets lookin' like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist, y'all
Wrist up, wrist, y'all got me fucked up (fucked up)
Credits
Writer(s): Peder Losnegard, Adam Amine Daniel, Westen Broek Weiss, Irvin Mejia, Ricky Thompson, Aksel Arvid Hauge
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