Twisted.
Ah nigga!
Bitch you got me twisted
Leave that shawty limpin'
I'm not a narcissist
I know I'm better than you, okay, that is the difference
If you wanna work but ain't payin' no cash
Then go head, get the fuck out my mentions
Shawty a sneaky bitch, sayin' she "runnin' and rippin"
It is whatever, okay, I'll do not get to trippin'
Just like a magician I can make your brother go missing
Do you get it, huh?
That is the difference
My ex keep on textin me, tryna come over
Huh, I know that she miss it
That bitch crazy anyways, huh I don't wanna risk it
I get me some cash, then I get me some ass
I drive like nascar, I'm doin' the dash
Go ahead and keep it congruent
Why the hell is you tryna clash?
Go ahead and stop makin' music, nigga, we know your shit is trash
I might just flex on a nigga, pullin' out the racks
If I'm fuckin' her, then I'm pullin' her tracks
Beat it from the back
Go ahead, make it clap
I'm hittin' that spot
Push the bitch cervix back
You know that it's crazy when you hit me up and I hop on the track
Cause you know I'mma spaz
If we gang, and we all in the car, then you might wanna drive
If i do, I know I'mma crash
I got road rage
Don't really care bout shit as long as I get paid
I'm not a good friend at all
I'll ignore you, I guess that I'm fake
I don't pop no shit, I don't smoke weed
Bitch, I'm not a junkie
Go ahead, get your black ass out of my face
You got damn rotten monkey
Bitch you got me twisted
Leave that shawty limpin'
I'm not a narcissist
I know I'm better than you, okay, that is the difference
If you wanna work but ain't payin' no cash
Then go head, get the fuck out my mentions
Shawty a sneaky bitch, sayin' she "runnin' and rippin"
It is whatever, okay, I'll do not get to trippin'
Just like a magician I can make your brother go missing
Do you get it, huh?
That is the difference
My ex keep on textin me, tryna come over
Huh, I know that she miss it
That bitch crazy anyways, huh I don't wanna risk it
I get me some cash, then I get me some ass
I drive like nascar, I'm doin' the dash
Go ahead and keep it congruent
Why the hell is you tryna clash?
Go ahead and stop makin' music, nigga, we know your shit is trash
I might just flex on a nigga, pullin' out the racks
If I'm fuckin' her, then I'm pullin' her tracks
Beat it from the back
Go ahead, make it clap
I'm hittin' that spot
Push the bitch cervix back
You know that it's crazy when you hit me up and I hop on the track
Cause you know I'mma spaz
If we gang, and we all in the car, then you might wanna drive
If i do, I know I'mma crash
I got road rage
Don't really care bout shit as long as I get paid
I'm not a good friend at all
I'll ignore you, I guess that I'm fake
I don't pop no shit, I don't smoke weed
Bitch, I'm not a junkie
Go ahead, get your black ass out of my face
You got damn rotten monkey
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