Ayy

October's Own is the label, seven-figure deal was a fable
Eight-figure bought out the neighbors, nine-figures turnin' the tables
You pussy boy better be ready and able, I'm comin'
I can't talk on bro case 'cause it's sticky
Free T and free Greezy, my killies
My youngins put locks on the city
So niggas be shook to come out when it's litty
T, that's the crodie, so free him
These niggas a joke and I wouldn't wanna be 'em
I'll be the producer like, "What's the BPM?"
I cannot de-escalate things if we see 'em
My young boys don't do it for clout
If they do it, they cover they head and they mouth
Swear there's some shit I'm forgettin' about
03 out the slime, when they lettin' him out? (You dig?)
I be with them guys from the Six that you niggas stay talkin' on Reddit about
Say a whole lot, but we saw you and we had you beggin' it out, 'member that shit?

Twist, twistin' it
Yeah, he's twistin' his fingers and lookin' at me
Twistin' some shit up that I never seen
Twistin' it up, I don't know what that means, twist
I'm twistin' it back 'cause he twistin' at me
Twistin' that six in his face
Twistin' that R in his face like Styles and P
Twistin' the M and the O and the B
Twistin' the O and the C and the T and the O and the B and the E and the R
And the G and the A and the N and the G
Twist, ayy
Yeah, twistin' it
Ayy, twistin' it
I'm twistin' it up 'cause he twistin' at me

I haven't seen bro in a while
But that nigga wild, I'm not in a rush to
People keep tellin' me smile
But bro is on trial, there's shit to adjust to
I don't need security to ride 'round town
We can fly downtown, just us two
Unless you know the G-way handshake
When we go to shake hands, man can't trust you
Pullin' out the cash on camera
Waterproof iPhone case, bro splash on camera
She wanna pop ass on camera
Sweetie, you can film, just don't put- on camera
The judge tryna move so racist
We gotta go beat some cases before we show faces
And all I do is shut down stages
My face never ages, I must be in God's good graces
If my emotions are showin'
It's only because I'm ahead of what they got goin'
I'm tryna stay laid back
'Cause you know the hot heads with me and they wanna get the payback goin'
I don't recognize none of that shit that he's throwin'
But maybe where he's from, they know it
All I know is the mandem are pissed (pissed)

Fuck that shit, man, twist, twistin' it
Yeah, he's twistin' his fingers and lookin' at me
Twistin' some shit up that I never seen
Twistin' it up, I don't know what that means, twist
I'm twistin' it back 'cause he twistin' at me
Twistin' that six in his face
Twistin' that R in his face like Styles and P
Twistin' the M and the O and the B
Twistin' the O and the C and the T and the O and the B and the E and the R
And the G and the A and the N and the G
Twist, ayy
Yeah, twistin' it
Ayy, twistin' it
I'm twistin' it up 'cause he twistin' at me
Yeah

Is that Drake's necklace? (It's mine)
Oh, you're, you're part of his, uh, best friends group?
One of- yeah, this is our gang
Aw, what is it called? Writer/s: Aubrey Graham
Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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