Look, look, look
Y'all got me twisted
Me, I'm one of the dopest niggas
Only show up for them blue faces like the Gross sisters
They been tryna ride the wave but it's like they boat missing
They know not to cross the line like the note switching
God had to make my mode different
A real menace look in the mirror, a goat image
Is what I witnessed
Been bout it, bout it, this no limit
I know they feel it
This for niggas tryna cop the coupe
And leave the civic on some other shit
Counting bread, ducking feds, government
Bitches tryna kick it now so I'm out here punting it
Questions from my mama tryna find out who I'm running with
The fam is who I do it for play with them, I'm dumping it
All facts
Been the realest since beyblades and watching all that
Ex tryna hit my line she won't get a call back
Almost caught feelings for a bitch I had to fall back
They try to kick me while I'm down a nigga had to crawl back
Toss that
Feelings out the window
I been working on my mental
I been swerving in the rental
I been killing instrumentals
I been crushing on the Kendalls
The Justines, the Lattos
The JTs and Reshas
Came a long way from cutting Lil' Caesars pizzas
Now I'm in the stu tryna get the pockets big as Cletus
The millions, yeah, I need it
The face get deleted
Get my whole family eating
And that food gon' be seasoned
I be overthinking shit
This life gets stressful
I guess it's part of the game
When you get to this level
Maybe I learned to numb the pain from the ice in the bezel
Maybe they won't run they mouth if they get hit with that metal
I keep my cool though
Gotta do it big as sumo
Mobbing like I'm with Cee, T, Gipp and Khujo
Can't settle for top 5 numero uno
Flow cold but I'm hotter than Vegas in June though
I feel like
This the shit that you vibe to
Or
This the shit that you ride to
Hit a blunt, get the munchies
Pull up to the drive-thru
Second hand smoke you listen And you lyrically high too
Soul Records
This game chess not checkers
Treat em like Tom Hanks
If you thinking you can catch us
I'm the star of this movie
Your team full of extras
Keep a vest on your chest
If you try to come and check us for real
Jabrein Lee - Twisted Lyrics
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Look, look, look
Y'all got me twisted
Me, I'm one of the dopest niggas
Only show up for them blue faces like the Gross sisters
They been tryna ride the wave but it's like they boat missing
They know not to cross the line like the note switching
God had to make my mode different
A real menace look in the mirror, a goat image
Is what I witnessed
Been bout it, bout it, this no limit
I know they feel it
This for niggas tryna cop the coupe
And leave the civic on some other shit
Counting bread, ducking feds, government
Bitches tryna kick it now so I'm out here punting it
Questions from my mama tryna find out who I'm running with
The fam is who I do it for play with them, I'm dumping it
All facts
Been the realest since beyblades and watching all that
Ex tryna hit my line she won't get a call back
Almost caught feelings for a bitch I had to fall back
They try to kick me while I'm down a nigga had to crawl back
Toss that
Feelings out the window
I been working on my mental
I been swerving in the rental
I been killing instrumentals
I been crushing on the Kendalls
The Justines, the Lattos
The JTs and Reshas
Came a long way from cutting Lil' Caesars pizzas
Now I'm in the stu tryna get the pockets big as Cletus
The millions, yeah, I need it
The face get deleted
Get my whole family eating
And that food gon' be seasoned
I be overthinking shit
This life gets stressful
I guess it's part of the game
When you get to this level
Maybe I learned to numb the pain from the ice in the bezel
Maybe they won't run they mouth if they get hit with that metal
I keep my cool though
Gotta do it big as sumo
Mobbing like I'm with Cee, T, Gipp and Khujo
Can't settle for top 5 numero uno
Flow cold but I'm hotter than Vegas in June though
I feel like
This the shit that you vibe to
Or
This the shit that you ride to
Hit a blunt, get the munchies
Pull up to the drive-thru
Second hand smoke you listen And you lyrically high too
Soul Records
This game chess not checkers
Treat em like Tom Hanks
If you thinking you can catch us
I'm the star of this movie
Your team full of extras
Keep a vest on your chest
If you try to come and check us for real
Y'all got me twisted
Me, I'm one of the dopest niggas
Only show up for them blue faces like the Gross sisters
They been tryna ride the wave but it's like they boat missing
They know not to cross the line like the note switching
God had to make my mode different
A real menace look in the mirror, a goat image
Is what I witnessed
Been bout it, bout it, this no limit
I know they feel it
This for niggas tryna cop the coupe
And leave the civic on some other shit
Counting bread, ducking feds, government
Bitches tryna kick it now so I'm out here punting it
Questions from my mama tryna find out who I'm running with
The fam is who I do it for play with them, I'm dumping it
All facts
Been the realest since beyblades and watching all that
Ex tryna hit my line she won't get a call back
Almost caught feelings for a bitch I had to fall back
They try to kick me while I'm down a nigga had to crawl back
Toss that
Feelings out the window
I been working on my mental
I been swerving in the rental
I been killing instrumentals
I been crushing on the Kendalls
The Justines, the Lattos
The JTs and Reshas
Came a long way from cutting Lil' Caesars pizzas
Now I'm in the stu tryna get the pockets big as Cletus
The millions, yeah, I need it
The face get deleted
Get my whole family eating
And that food gon' be seasoned
I be overthinking shit
This life gets stressful
I guess it's part of the game
When you get to this level
Maybe I learned to numb the pain from the ice in the bezel
Maybe they won't run they mouth if they get hit with that metal
I keep my cool though
Gotta do it big as sumo
Mobbing like I'm with Cee, T, Gipp and Khujo
Can't settle for top 5 numero uno
Flow cold but I'm hotter than Vegas in June though
I feel like
This the shit that you vibe to
Or
This the shit that you ride to
Hit a blunt, get the munchies
Pull up to the drive-thru
Second hand smoke you listen And you lyrically high too
Soul Records
This game chess not checkers
Treat em like Tom Hanks
If you thinking you can catch us
I'm the star of this movie
Your team full of extras
Keep a vest on your chest
If you try to come and check us for real
Writer: Jabrein Kersey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid