Plot Twist

[Intro: Ray Vaughn]

Yeah

[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn]

Nuclear warfare, these niggas havin' meltdowns

My brain big, but shit, I only think about myself now

Mayweather my demons, I knock 'em out by the twelfth round

And niggas turned they back, so I still question how help sound

Now I'm the talk of the town and it's not debatable

Bitch, I'm valuable and not available

I don't horse around, the stable full

And the faith that I got in myself's unbreakable

If I make the call it's untracable, y'all embraceable

LeBron with the shots, that's my signature, check the autograph

Quarter aftеr quarter, it's a laundry mat

To reach this wave, you need a watеrcraft, I ordered all the Kraft

Trust issues, but I'm good at fallin' back, 'cause

[Chorus: London Monét]

'Cause they burnin' all them bridges too soon

Too soon, too soon

'Cause they burnin' all them bridges too soon

Too soon, too soon

[Verse 2: Ray Vaughn]

'Cause I watched niggas put their dreams on layaway

Left open a bag of chips, I had to give 'em the stale face

See, when it comes to dreams, you gotta learn how to tailgate

And be mindful of them folks you got around who helped late

And them secret supporters

And the ones who say hatin' shit in a jokin' way

In a social space, their motive is not to motivate

Before you beef, you better know the stakes

The real ones born at a slower pace

The steppers with me shoot to see a soul escape

No silver spoon, just paper plates on a roll we taped

If you knew how many bones you'd break

Bendin' over backwards

Don't give me my flowers in a broken vase

They only talkin' 'cause they know it's late

But don't show they face

Born in Crystal Lake, I ain't worried about their camp size

Metro hate train but I can't ride

Bondage, my hands tied

All my travellin' bitches private jets, but I stand-by

A couple years ago, all the flex I took with stand-by

Fuck 'bout they top-five, I'm top pick

Whoever gates-keepin', they fuckin' up with the locksmith

They the ones spendin' when they tell a story, that's the plot twist

There's always somethin' under their sleeve, who let 'em shoplift?

[Outro: London Monét & Ray Vaughn]

'They burnin' all them bridges too soon

Too soon, too soon

(I done watched niggas get gassed up)

(And take that same 01 fume, and burn the whole fuckin' bridge down)

They burnin' all them bridges too soon

Too soon, too soon

(Now they can't make it back to their casket)

(Or they can't make it out their motherfuckin' head, yeah)

'Cause they burnin' all them bridges too soon

Too soon, too soon

'Cause they burnin' all them bridges too soon

Too soon, too soon