Twisted!

‘Scuse me

[Chorus]
Girl got me fv3ked up, please don’t get me fv3ked up
Now I’m really up, fv3k, 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

[Verse 1]
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 motherfuv3kin’ 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 (God damn)
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

[Chorus]
Girl got me fv3ked up, please don’t get me fv3ked up
Now I’m really up, fv3k, 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)

[Verse 2]
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”
My [?] 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, 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)

[Chorus]
Girl got me fv3ked up, please don’t get me fv3ked up
Now I’m really up, fv3k, 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