Zay Wonder - Don't Get It Twisted

Please don't get it twisted I get sicko wit it
Imma menace
Lemme talk my shit I know it's been a minute
Sliding through the city
Brudda wit me doing triple digits
Please don't ask me what's inside the cup already know what's in it

Ok I admit it I been acting different
Niggas tried to push me bitch I'm Melo how I switch the pivot
Brodie call the bank and say it's up they gotta up the limit
Label gotta pull up wit a couple I'm still independent

Baby I can be your friend I got the benefits
But ain't no Timberlake except the way that I be poppin shit
I tell her bring it here
And I ain't playin
Imma drop the pin
I don't like to ask but Imma save it to my images

They done brought a demon out my spirit trynna play with wit me
I should have my granny pray for them before she pray for me
Lately there ain't much these niggas qualified to say to me
Got niggas out in Tac they said I'm good out there like Avery

Hunnid ways to get it
My investment lookin like Simone the way it's flipping
You know RD on this bitch I shoot like 30 I won't miss it
He know when it's swung my way you ain't gon find shit in that clip
Ok, on God

Please don't get it twisted I get sicko wit it
Imma menace
Lemme talk my shit I know it's been a minute
Sliding through the city
Brudda wit me doing triple digits
Please don't ask me what's inside the cup already know what's in it

Look, I don't even like the club but this shit goin stupid in it
When you see the gate just know the gang in here secluded in it
We don't do no strangers at the safe we be excluding niggas
Don't you get it twisted cause I try to keep it
Cause I try to keep it cool wit niggas
Bet she bring it my way she say I know what I'm doin wit it
Man they got me talkin' like I do
When it's just me and all my dawgs man I'm done playin with my food
Ok, on god

Please don't get it twisted I get sicko wit it
Imma menace
Lemme talk my shit I know it's been a minute
Sliding through the city
Brudda wit me doing triple digits
Please don't ask me what's inside the cup already know what's in it

Please don't get it twisted I get sicko wit it
Imma menace
Lemme talk my shit I know it's been a minute
Sliding through the city
Brudda wit me doing triple digits
Please don't ask me what's inside the cup already know what's in it

Written by:
Isiah Brown

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