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ace og - on my wrist lyrics

[intro]
yeah, uh, uh
yeah
ayy turn me up a little bit
yeah, ayy
woah, yeah, yeah
okay i’m ready

[verse 1: ace og]
made it rain when i walked in, i open the door like this (yeah)
p+ssed off, boi he actin’ tough (huh), i don’t play around with that bullsh+t
bla+ bla+ blackmayo on the beat (nah)
hopped in the coupe driftin’ (skrrt), i don’t play about my business (nah nah nah)
keep your nose out my business, this ain’t cocaine, this is religion (yeah)
2017 i had apple watch sitting right on my wrist (bih)
2019 i’m done with the digital (bih), i got that bling, patek on my wrist (ayy)
wiggas be cappin’, they say i ain’t a trapper
honestly i just think wiggas are jealous (yeah)
wiggas be schemin’, b+tches be freaky
i just think all these hoes are evil (h+ll naw)
wiggas don’t think i’m an artist (nah), i’m a nerd so i’m an easy target (d+mn)
you wiggas want the fire marshall (yeah), wigga i’m the fire martian (yeah)
i ain’t done, i’m just gettin’ started (just gettin’ started)
gotta put me on the red carpet (on the red carpet)
goin’ stupid, goin’ r+t+rded (goin’ r+t+rded)
b+tch i am so d+mn cold hearted (yeah)
[chorus]
got a patek right on my wrist (on my wrist), got audemar right on my wrist (on my wrist)
got franklin right on my wrist (on my wrist), i’m drippin’ wet like a squid (like a squid)
young wigga done played with the kid (with the kid), i told him “chief, that ain’t it” (that ain’t it)
got the birkin for my b+tch (for my b+tch), i’m gettin’ all that sh+t (all that sh+t)
i’m flexin’ all of that sh+t (all that sh+t), haters talkin’ all of that sh+t (all that sh+t)
hit or missin’ all of that sh+t
(ayy)

[verse 2: ace og]
got a patek right on my wrist (huh), got audemar right on my wrist (bih)
got franklin right on my wrist (ayy), got a rolly right on my wrist (ayy, ayy)
new cartier on my wrist (what), new gucci flops on my tips (on my tips)
new birkin bag for my b+tch (for my b+tch), got louis vuitton on my hip (on my hip)
all these lames call me a f+g (huh), i don’t even give a cr+p (what)
all my diamonds blue, crystal meth (yeah), walter white like “breaking bad” (walter)
my b+tch, yeah she so bad (bad), i told her to get in her bag (bag)
i ain’t rich, but i don’t wear rags (huh), all these wiggas gon’ say that’s cap (cap)
b+tch i don’t like the dark, i need a night light when i sleep (d+mn)
i get scared real easily, please don’t judge me (please don’t judge me)
i keep thinkin’ the tv will turn on by itself, that’s creepy (yeah)
i keep thinkin’ demons are in my closet, like really (like really)
wiggas call me p+ssy, but at least i’m not a b+tch (p+ssy)
i’m an alien born in outer sp+ce, i flew to earth just like a witch (huh)
i can’t sing in perfect pitch, so that’s where the autotune comes in (yeah)
i’m rich as a b+tch, i don’t flinch, “wreck+it+ralph”, i’m like the glitch
bla+ bla+ blackmayo on the beat
(d+mn)
[chorus]
got a patek right on my wrist (on my wrist), got audemar right on my wrist (on my wrist)
got franklin right on my wrist (on my wrist), i’m drippin’ wet like a squid (like a squid)
young wigga done played with the kid (with the kid), i told him “chief, that ain’t it” (that ain’t it)
got the birkin for my b+tch (for my b+tch), i’m gettin’ all that sh+t (all that sh+t)
i’m flexin’ all of that sh+t (all that sh+t), haters talkin’ all of that sh+t (all that sh+t)
hit or missin’ all of that sh+t (yeah), hit or missin’ all of that sh+t (ayy)
got a patek right on my wrist (ayy), got audemar right on my wrist (what)
i’m gettin’ all that sh+t (bih), i’m flexin’ all of that sh+t (yeah)

[verse 3: ace og]
got wiggas tellin’ lies on me, i’m just too busy gettin’ this bread (yeah)
facetime on some f+ck sh+t, wiggas wanna see me dead (d+mn)
man these wiggas crazy, they wanna start some drama for a twitter threat
(brrr) ima pull out that mac+10, shoot you dead and all your friends (d+mn, ayy)
contradictory with my music, i say what i want, i don’t even care (i don’t even care)
me and my bros, we’re gonna be there, we’re gonna be there, we’re gonna be there (we’re gonna be there)
i’m just sayin’, we’re gonna make it, we gon’ be there, we’re gonna be there (we’re gonna be there)
i’m in the air, like i’m a player, comin’ out here just like pi’erre (yo pi’erre)
the og used to stand for “original gangsta”, now the g stands for “gerold” (yeah)
r.i.p pop pop joe, you will always stay in our hearts forever (rest in peace)
terrible tragedies always happenin’, sometimes i wonder is this sh+t real? (huh)
all of these emotions i’m goin’ through, i don’t even know if i can stand the pressure
bla+ bla+ blackmayo on the beat

[chorus]
got a patek right on my wrist (on my wrist), got audemar right on my wrist (on my wrist)
got franklin right on my wrist (on my wrist), i’m drippin’ wet like a squid (like a squid)
young wigga done played with the kid (with the kid), i told him “chief, that ain’t it” (that ain’t it)
got the birkin for my b+tch (for my b+tch), i’m gettin’ all that sh+t (all that sh+t)
i’m flexin’ all of that sh+t (all that sh+t), haters talkin’ all of that sh+t (all that sh+t)
hit or missin’ all of that sh+t (yeah), hit or missin’ all of that sh+t (ayy)
got a patek right on my wrist (ayy), got audemar right on my wrist (what)
i’m gettin’ all that sh+t (bih), i’m flexin’ all of that sh+t (yeah)
[outro]
got a patek right on my wrist (huh), got audemar right on my wrist (bih)
got franklin right on my wrist (ayy), got a rolly right on my wrist (ayy, ayy)
new cartier on my wrist (what), new gucci flops on my tips (on my tips)
new birkin bag for my b+tch (for my b+tch), got louis vuitton on my hip (on my hip)
all these lames call me a f+g (huh), i don’t even give a cr+p (what)
all my diamonds blue, crystal meth (yeah), walter white like “breaking bad” (walter)
my b+tch, yeah she so bad (bad), i told her to get in her bag (bag)
i ain’t rich, but i don’t wear rags (huh), all these wiggas gon’ say that’s cap

- ace og lyrics

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