Twisted! lyrics

[Intro: Rickey Thompson]
'Scuse me, ah-ahem

[Chorus]
Y'all got me f*cked up
Please don't get me f*cked up
Now I'm really up, f*ck
Damn, we got 'em sick, huh?
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets lookin' like they bricks, huh?
Said she couldn't find me, so a n*gga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a n*gga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a n*gga put his wrist up

[Verse 1]
Got these n*ggas mad, and that envy sh*t is tragic
Young Aminé, baby, please don't, please don't, please don't touch my baggage
I'm so motherf*ckin' pretty, put my face up on a jacket
Talkin' 'bout me like I care, but I'm at Disney doin' acid
I got a b*tch that's bad
And a b*tch that's super freaky, she got hella ass
Vanmoof on my bike, I let that drama pass
n*ggas show some love, but tell me, what's the catch?
Tell me, what's the catch?
[Chorus]
Y'all got me f*cked up
Please don't get me f*cked up
Now I'm really up, f*ck
Damn, we got 'em sick, huh?
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets lookin' like they bricks, huh?
Said she couldn't find me, so a n*gga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a n*gga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a n*gga put his wrist up

[Verse 2]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
You can't get that sh*t from me
Rappers wanna send a verse, I tell 'em, "Send a warranty" (Sheesh)
My ice real, yours make believe
n*ggas 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 folks (Huh)
Tell 'em I'm doin' well
I'm ducked off somewhere in the cut
Said she can't see in the club, so I put my wrist up
[Chorus]
Y'all got me f*cked up
Please don't get me f*cked up
Now I'm really up, f*ck
Damn, we got 'em sick, huh?
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets lookin' like they bricks, huh?
Said she couldn't find me, so a n*gga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Y'all got me f*cked up