bamsavage - wrist lit lyrics
[intro]
ayy, ayy
f-ck
ayy, ayy, ayy, shh
[chorus]
wrist lit, yeah, i might f-ck that b-tch (f-ck that b-tch)
drop the top, k!ll the ceiling in the whip (in the whip)
wrist lit, uh, i might f-ck that b-tch
b-tches mad, b-tches f-ck me for my chips (for chips)
[verse]
i might just run up with a glock, b-tch
when i’m in the mall, f-ck a block, b-tch
don’t get popped quick, don’t get mopped, b-tch
yeah, you know it’s bam, b-tch, i pop sh-t
hundred round drum in the stock, b-tch
i’ma pull up with some goons on some mob sh-t
she gon’ give me head ’til i tell the b-tch to stop sh-t
demi-child, n-gg-, so you know i’m on god sh-t
all these n-gg-s tryna rap, someone tell these n-gg-s stop it
young n-gg-, rockin’ three-eighty, pocket rocket
flow so hard, make a n-gg- wanna moshpit
young n-gg- gettin’ big bankroll profit
weird n-gg-, yeah, you know i’m sleepin’ in a coffin
i’ma f-ck a b-tch then i put her on an auction
smokin’ og, indy bud got me coughin’
hang with the xan’ and you know it got me fallin’ (f-ck)
[chorus]
wrist lit, yeah, i might f-ck that b-tch (f-ck that b-tch)
drop the top, k!ll the ceiling in the whip (in the whip)
wrist lit, uh, i might f-ck that b-tch
b-tches mad, b-tches f-ck me for my chips
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