Twisted! - Aminé

'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 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" (Sheesh)

My ice real, yours make believe

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 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

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

Wrist up, wrist up

Y'all got me fucked up