Twisting Our Fingers Lyrics – Lil Gotit

(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)

Yeah (Young S*x)
Twisting our fingers (Gang bang)
I robbed the pizza man, man
I’m geeked up and tweaking (Lay it down)
Bentley two seater (Bentley two seater)
Somebody call up Lil Big
Young spider done ran out the reefer
Spider got too rich to see you

Turbo the [?], my b!tch in a Bugatti
I don’t triple with my cups, I been drinking on yuck
I told the b!tch gotta leave the lil n!gga
You wanna be with us, leave his ass in New York
My Balenci yellow, I call it the woop
B!tch this Louis V, Virgil, we playing pu putt
The lil’ b!tch 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 f*ck do I gotta do a feature? (Why)
I’m in a new Panamera coupe with uh huh (Aye)
I let her roll up this loud like a speaker
She told the lil’ b!tch the baby, she got way to close, turn into Mad Max
New coolant system, with the drum on the stick
I had to sprinkle it with red jet
I went and went on a rampage
I put on ice, guess I’m ice age (Brrr)
I told my b!tch have a bright day
I told her kidnap the right lady
I let my main b!tch invite ladies
Peppermint patty, my coupe is a rabbit
Rose gold on her phantom, my b!tch is the baddest
I drip with Montana, the house that I’m building a palace

Yeah (Young S*x)
Twisting our fingers (Yeah, yeah)
Just blew a hundred bands, man
I’m geeked up and tweaking (Lay it down)
Bentley two seater (Bentley two seater)
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 up and hit the weed man, I need some reefer
I gotta ride with the Glock in my hand, I know that it’s up, up, up
Superstar lacking, I got some baddies and they wrapped up in plastic
I f*ck that hoe on the couch, not the mattress
Don’t f*ck with Leon went caught me a felon
Spent me a nickel on a coupe like i’m Philly (Woo)
Why is a thot playing? Tried sticking my d!ck right in
I’ma get chauffeured in a ‘Benz
I’ma rock Cartier lens
Hit from the back, she screaming
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, yeah that’s your friend
Keed talk to ’em, you know what I’m saying
Shoot up your mans, no, no i don’t care bout your momma crying

Yeah (Young S*x)
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 two seater)
Somebody call up Lil Big
Young spider done ran out the reefer
Spider got too rich to see you

I’m in that Spider (Type sh!t)
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 sh!t)
n!ggas 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 sh!t trend, they some biters (Woo)
Yeah, F&N kid
Couple M’s up, I done handled that bizz’
Brazil body, I done bossed up the b!tch
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 f*cking capri sun, I’m clutching that glizzy, this b!tch lemon squeeze (Nah, now)
Ain’t no Netflix and chill, I’m just pope living, that’s for many years (Type sh!t)
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 S*x)
Twisting our fingers (Yeah, yeah)
Just blew a hundred bands, man
I’m geeked up and tweaking (Lay it down)
Bentley two seater (Bentley two seater)
Somebody call up Lil Big
Young spider done ran out the reefer
Spider got too rich to see you