Twisted!
'Scuse me! Ah-ahem
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 that jacket
Talkin' 'bout me like I care, but I'm at Disney doin' acid
I got a bitch, she's bad (she's hot)
And a bitch that's super freaky, she got hella ass (goddamn)
I move from my bike, I let that drama pass (he's ridin')
Niggas show some love, but tell me, what's the catch? (What?)
Tell me, what's the catch? (What?)
I said, 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 (sheesh)
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, you can get that shit from me (sheesh)
Rappers wanna send a verse, I tell 'em, "Send a warranty" (sheesh)
My ice real, yours make belief (sheesh), niggas sweet, I'm sugar-free (sheesh)
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 (ha), 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 (that's true)
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, aah
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his 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 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 that jacket
Talkin' 'bout me like I care, but I'm at Disney doin' acid
I got a bitch, she's bad (she's hot)
And a bitch that's super freaky, she got hella ass (goddamn)
I move from my bike, I let that drama pass (he's ridin')
Niggas show some love, but tell me, what's the catch? (What?)
Tell me, what's the catch? (What?)
I said, 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 (sheesh)
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, you can get that shit from me (sheesh)
Rappers wanna send a verse, I tell 'em, "Send a warranty" (sheesh)
My ice real, yours make belief (sheesh), niggas sweet, I'm sugar-free (sheesh)
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 (ha), 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 (that's true)
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, aah
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Credits
Writer(s): Peder Losnegard, Adam Amine Daniel, Westen Broek Weiss, Irvin Mejia, Ricky Thompson, Aksel Arvid Hauge
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