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big texas 034 – wrist god (intro) lyrics

[intro: big texas]
free big lurch mane
free lurch out the 6ix bro

[verse 1: big texas]
squad! (big texas)
hit you with that f-ckin’ nina (with the nina)
cops ask around, but we ain’t see ya (ain’t see ya)
b-tch, i’m leanin’ at the traphouse (unh)
scurry off like a little mouse (d-mn son, where’d ya find this)
pull up in a coupe
diamonds dancin’, chains sw-ngin’ (yaaa!)
you know what it do
we dip n’ dash your girl, like a dunkaroo
talkin’ reckless, see what that foreign do (yaaa!)
get a few months in the state pen (squad)
now i’m hangin’ with my n-gg-s sippin’ juice and gin (squad)
out here in the hood, it’s a battlefield (ya)
we whip the white (unh)
you know the drill (unh)
i whip that crack like a f-ckin’ addict (woah! whip it, whip it!)
i’m so high like a tax bracket
ain’t got no recipe man
arm and hammer, man we at it
pull up on some opps (pause)
and then we dippin’
white in the kitchen, hallelujah christmas
up late night trappin’ man we doin’ work
send a blessing to my n-gg-, man free lurch (free lurch!)
[hook: big nilly]
wrist god you know know i’m cooking in the trap (in the trap)
f-ck around and you gonna get yo’ -ss clapped (bang!)
run up on me boy i got the big straps (woah!)
wrist god always ready to attack
(x2)

[verse 3: yung fucc]
pull up on a n-gg-, rat a tat tat
put on his strap, before he gets his face clapped
don’t cross my homies
if you do, better know who you dealin’ with
i’m with that n-gg- that be sh-ttin’ in the mist
shooters on ready
long d-ck n-gg- in his baby mama
better be careful otherwise a n-gg- put you to sleep
go sleep with the syllables, you know i ain’t lyrical
but i still be ridin’ in the trap
i steal your cereal
my voice on the track is a motherf-ckin’ miracle
you don’t even have to doubt it, i’m a wrist god
not just me but the whole squad
we hit you with that motherf-ckin’ nina
we’ll fish you up (you a fish)

[hook: big nilly]
wrist god you know know i’m cooking in the trap (in the trap)
f-ck around and you gonna get yo’ -ss clapped (bang!)
run up on me boy i got the big straps (woah!)
wrist god always ready to attack
(x2)

- big texas 034 lyrics

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