Twisting Our Fingers

(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)

Yeah (Young Sex)

Twisting our fingers (yeah, yeah)

Just blew a hundred bands man

I'm geeked up and tweaking (lay it down)

Bentley two-seater (Bentley)

Somebody call up Lil Big

Young spider done ran out the reefer

Spider got too rich to see you (yeah, yeah)

Turbo the same, but my bitch in a Bugatti

I done triple with my cups, I been drinking on yuck

I told the bitch, "Gotta leave the lil' nigga

You wanna be with us, leave his ass in New York"

If my Balenci' yellow, I call it the woop

Bitch, this Louis V, Virgil, we playing pu putt

The lil' bitch and my dog, but I bought her a pup

I done told her and I tore up, she stay in a (woo)

Hasta la vista, she Costa Rica

Why in the fuck do I gotta do a feature? (Why?)

I'm in a new Pana' coupe with uh-huh (ay)

I let her roll up this loud like a speaker (ay)

She told the lil' bitch the baby, she got way too close, turn into Mad Max (Mad Max)

New coolant system, with the drum- (got too hot)

I had to sprinkle it with red jet (red jet)

I went and went on a rampage (yeah)

I put on ice, guess I'm ice age (brrr)

I told my bitch, have a bright day (bright day)

I told her kidnap the right lady

I let my main bitch invite ladies (yeah)

Peppermint patty, my coupe is a rabbit

Rose gold on her phantom, my bitch is the baddest

I drip with Montana, the house that I'm building a palace

Yeah (Young Sex)

Twisting our fingers (yeah, yeah)

Just blew a hundred bands, man

I'm geeked up and tweaking (lay it down)

Bentley two-seater (Bentley)

Somebody call up Lil Big

Young spider done ran out the reefer

Spider got too rich to see you (Keed talk to 'em)

Somebody call him, please hit the weed man, I need some reefer (please call him up)

I gotta ride with the Glock in my hand, I know that it's up, up, up (up, up, up)

Fellas not lacking, I got some bands, and they wrapped up in plastic (slatt)

I fuck that hoe on the couch, not the mattress

Don't fuck with Lee, almost caught me a felon

Spent me a nickel on a coupe like I'm Philly (woo)

Why is a thot playing? Tried sticking my dick right in (my dick right in)

I'ma get chauffeured in a Benz (slatt)

I'ma rock Cartier lens (Cartier)

Hit from the back, she screaming (uh, uh, uh)

They send the drip right in, so you know I'm rocking Staple Pigeon

First you gon' thank me, 'cause when I throw it up, they gon' hold a pedarim

I can go all night, yeah, yeah, girl, get your friend (uh, uh, uh)

Keed talk to 'em (Keed talk to 'em), you know what I'm saying (you know what I'm saying)

Shoot up your mans, no, no, I don't care 'bout your momma crying (no, I don't care)

Yeah (Young Sex)

Twisting our fingers (yeah, yeah, Slimeball)

Just blew a hundred bands, man

I'm geeked up and tweaking (lay it down)

Bentley two-seater (Bentley)

Somebody call up Lil Big

Young spider done ran out the reefer

Spider got too rich to see you (hood baby)

I'm in that Spider (type shit)

I need some Percocet, call the Percocet man

I'm an all-nighter, what they going for?

I'm flicking that blick like a lighter (type shit)

Niggas be peasants, rats and roaches, I cannot hang with that cycle (nah, now)

Chains on my jack' like a biker (Chrome Heart)

When they know that shit trend, they some biters (woo)

Yeah, F&N kid

Couple M's up, I done handled that biz

Brazil body, I done bossed up the bitch

Ran it up and kicked them boys out our mix

Couple hundred, I insured my wrist (baby, biggest trim)

Forever tweaking (nah, now)

I'm fucking capri sun, I'm clutching that glizzy, this bitch lemon squeeze (nah, now)

Ain't no Netflix and chill, I'm just pope living, that's for many years (type shit)

Upping all the ammo, brrt, caught the kill (yeah)

Wockhardt, then time to pop a seal

Watch out for her head, yeah, she like a deer (nah, now)

Thotty Gotit, I can't keep up my pants

Having munyuns, I done got an advance (that's a fact)

Living like pope and just stick to the plan

Me and young Spider Top Chef in that pan (free Wyda)

Yeah (Young Sex)

Twisting our fingers (yeah, yeah)

Just blew a hundred bands, man

I'm geeked up and tweaking (lay it down)

Bentley two-seater (Bentley)

Somebody call up Lil Big

Young spider done ran out the reefer

Spider got too rich to see you (yeah, yeah)