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'Scuse me

Y'all got me f*cked up
Please don't get me f*cked up
Now I'm really up, f*ck
Damn, we got 'em sick, huh?
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up

Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up

Got these niggas mad and that envy shit is tragic
Young Aminé, baby, please don't, please don't
Please don't touch my baggage
I'm so motherf*ckin' pretty, put my face up on a jacket
Talkin' 'bout me like I care but I'm at Disney doin' acid
I got a bitch that's bad (she's hot)
And a bitch that's super freaky, she got hella ass (goddamn)
Vanmoof on my bike, I let that drama pass (she ride it)
Niggas show some love, but tell me what's the catch? (What?)
Tell me what's the catch (what?)

I said, y'all got me f*cked up
Please don't get me f*cked up
Now I'm really up, f*ck
Damn, we got 'em sick, huh?
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up

Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up
Wrist up, wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
You can't get that shit from me
Rappers wanna send a verse
I tell 'em send a warranty

My ice real, yours make-believe
Niggas sweet, I'm sugar-free
Flight to Paris in the morning
But my pants is Japanese (I think that's him)
Rolling deep (really deep)
Like Adele (oh my God)
Call my folks
Tell em I'm doin' well
I'm ducked off somewhere in the cut
Said she can't see in the club, so I put my wrist up (that's true)

Y'all got me f*cked up
Please don't get me f*cked up
Now I'm really up, f*ck
Damn, we got 'em sick, huh?
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a nigga put his wrist up

Wrist up, wrist, y'all
Wrist up, wrist
Y'all got me f*cked up