Twisting Our Fingers

[Intro]

(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Gotit]

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 the big

Young Spider done ran out the reefer

Spider got too rich to see ya (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

Turbo the same, put my bitch in a Bug'

I done tripled my cups, I been drinkin' on yuck

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

You wan' be with us, leave his ass in New York

And my Balenci' yellow, I call it throw up (B)

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

The lil' bitch is my dog, I done bought her a pup

I done told her, I done told her, she stay in a Bug' (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 (Ayy)

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

She told the lil' bitch to back-back

She got way to close, she done turned into Mad Max (Mad Max)

New coolant system, with the drum is–

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 (Brr)

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, white coupe, it's a rabbit

Rose gold on her phantom, my bitch is the baddest

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

[Chorus: Young Thug, Lil Gotit & Lil Keed]

Yeah (Young SEX)

Twisting our fingers (Yeah, yeah)

Just blew a hundred bands, man (Hol' on)

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

Bentley two-seater (Bentley)

Somebody call up the big

Young Spider done ran out the reefer

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

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]

Somebody call him, please hit the weed man (Please call him up)

I need some reefer

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

Better stop lackin', I got some bands and they wrapped up in plastic (Slatt)

I fuck that ho 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 stick 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 screamin' (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)

That what I'm saying (That what I'm saying)

Shoot up your mans

No, no I don't care 'bout your mama cryin'

[Chorus: Young Thug, Lil Gotit & Lil Keed]

Yeah (No, I don't care, Young SEX)

Twisting our fingers (Yeah, yeah, Slimeball)

Just blew a hundred bands, man (Hol' on)

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

Bentley two-seater (Bentley)

Somebody call up the big

Young Spider done ran out the reefer

Spider got too rich to see ya (Hood Baby)

[Verse 3: Lil Gotit]

I'm in that Spyder (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 Ms 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 and I'm clutchin' that glizzy, this bitch lemon squeeze (Nah, now, for sure)

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 on my pants

Having mun-yuns, 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)

[Chorus: Young Thug, Lil Gotit, Young Thug & Lil Gotit]

Yeah (Young SEX)

Twisting our fingers (Yeah, yeah)

Just blew a hundred bands, man (Hol' on)

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

Bentley two-seater (Bentley)

Somebody call up the big

Young Spider done ran out the reefer

Spider got too rich to see ya (Yeah, yeah)