Plot Twist

Ayy

October’s Own is the label, seven-figure deal was a fable
Eight-figure bought out the neighbors, now 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 Glizzy, my killys
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 ’em, these niggas a joke and I wouldn’t wanna be them
I be the producer like “What’s the BPM?”
I cannot de-escalate things till we see ’em
My young boys don’t do it for clout
If they do it, they cover their head and their mouth
Swear there’s some shit that I’m forgettin’ about
03 at the South, when they lettin’ him out?
I been 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
Remember that shit?

Twist, twistin’ it
Yeah, twistin’ his fingers and lookin’ at me
Twistin’ some shit up that I’ve 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 on 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, yeah
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, the shit’s a 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 try to 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, twistin’ his fingers and lookin’ at me
Twistin’ some shit up that I’ve 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, yeah
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
Aww, what is it called?