Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Twisted’ by 42 Dugg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 42 Dugg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
(Who made this beat?)
Haha, nigga, don’t ever mention my name, nigga (Twysted Genius, baby)
We ain’t the same
We livin’ two different lives, I promise that (Yung lan on the track)
Let’s go
You got me twisted (what?)
Hell yeah, I’m the same nigga from the block (hell yeah), you got me twisted
Hell yeah, I walk around with a Glock (hell yeah), you got me twisted
Hell nah, this ain’t the Sandbank Road (uh-uh), you got me twisted (uh-uh)
Hell nah, I don’t f*ck with that stank ho (uh-uh), you got me twisted (uh-uh)
Hell nah, we ain’t rock the same clothes (uh-uh), you got me twisted (uh-uh)
Hell yeah, my jewelry real, lil’ bitch (uh-uh), you got me twisted (uh-uh)
Hell nah, I don’t fake kick it (uh-uh), you got me twisted (uh-uh)
Hell yeah, nigga, my car paid off, you got me twisted (bitch)
Ain’t no lame nigga, I gotta keep it silent (silent)
If it’s up, nigga, then it’s stuck, you seen me go ‘head and pop it (it’s up, it’s up)
I’ma go and ball out (ball, oh), get the bucks in like I play in Milwaukee (yeah)
Y’all niggas just now get the Hellcat, boy, I been did the Charger (skrrt)
My bitch bought a bend on the chalkin’
Yeah, blood in, blood out, nigga better walk it like he talk it (yeah)
Y’all niggas got me twisted, I ain’t ever did no talkin’ (yeah)
Yeah, you bullshit, you smokin’ in Atlanta, in LA we smokin’ ‘scotti (yeah)
I been dripped the f*ck out for a long fuckin’ time (gettin’ wavy)
Long fuckin’ time on my long fuckin’ grind (whoa)
Long fuckin’ journey, why the f*ck we poppin’? (Why the f*ck?)
Sippin’ shit that look like Barney (shit)
Why the f*ck you niggas talkin’ crazy like I ain’t earn it? (Yeah, yeah)
You got me twisted (what? Twisted, yeah)
Hell yeah, I’m the same nigga from the block (hell yeah), you got me twisted
Hell yeah, I walk around with a Glock (hell yeah), you got me twisted
Hell nah, this ain’t the Sandbank Road (uh-uh), you got me twisted (uh-uh)
Hell nah, I don’t f*ck with that stank ho (uh-uh), you got me twisted (uh-uh)
Hell nah, we ain’t rock the same clothes (uh-uh), you got me twisted (uh-uh)
Hell yeah, my jewelry real, lil’ bitch (uh-uh), you got me twisted (uh-uh)
Hell nah, I don’t fake kick it (uh-uh), you got me twisted (uh-uh)
All these bitches on my dick, bro, I don’t get it
Hell nah, I ain’t wearin’ no mask when I’m in the kitchen
Residue, rat hoes, yeah, we bless ’em too
Niggas fake, I never knew
Hunnid K, got that in shoes
F*ck that ho, don’t get mislead
Freak lil’ bitch, still send a nail
No more young noise, see me trainin’
Bro still with me even though he sinnin’
See you in a minute, young nigga, I gotchu
Niggas still pretendin’, actin’ like they prosperin’
Don’t come around if you ain’t gang, yeah, blue
Catch a nigga lackin’, no cap, I’m shootin’
Whole gang strapped, nigga, play if you wanna
You got me fucked up
You got me twisted (I just fucked the bitch, yeah, you niggas is lucky ducks)
Hell yeah, I’m the same nigga from the block, you got me twisted
Hell yeah, I walk around with a Glock, you got me twisted
Hell nah, this ain’t the Sandbank Road, you got me twisted
Hell nah, I don’t f*ck with that stank ho, you got me twisted
Hell nah, we ain’t rock the same clothes, you got me twisted
Hell yeah, my jewelry real, lil’ bitch, you got me twisted
Hell nah, I don’t fake kick it, you got me twisted