skypearleddat - my wrist lyrics
[intro]
ohh, my wrist
b+tch, f+ck
mm, my wrist, b+tch
[chorus]
wrist bust down (bust down)
b+tch bust down (bust down)
talk sh+t, glock on bust down
how you beggin’ me not to shoot?
thought you was tough, wow (r.i.p. my pops)
lost my pops, i still blew up (r.i.p. my pops)
i’m thinkin’ back, “how?” (b+tch)
how the f+ck i made that happen?
i keep tellin’, i’m a [?] so stop that [?]
b+tch, i lost a couple folks (b+tch)
we was really just hangin’ (r.i.p. my folks)
n+ggas turn to a opp quick ([?]) (b+tch)
how the f+ck you say i’m changin’? (huh)
tell them folks to stay up off that block
this sh+t get dangerous (huh, huh)
[verse]
please don’t lose your f+ckin’ life, i’m trying to be famous (b+tch)
you don’t wanna beef with no young n+ggas
this sh+t get real heinous (huh)
i done felt so f+cking much, a n+gga d+mn near painless
how you sweat that n+gga [?], but left the [?]
free my n+ggas who in the pen, tryna’ fight them cases (whatchu’ say?)
this ho tryna’ f+ck, b+tch, i pull out laces
got that n+gga twice, i ain’t even leave no traces
and i only f+ck with black sh+t, you might think i’m racist
left that b+tch in the past tense, i ain’t havin’ no patience
my old n+gga, i’m past him, b+tch, he had me trippin’
b+tch, i told my folks, “stop that godd+mn simpin'”
i got hoes on hoes on me, you might think i’m pimpin’
[chorus]
wrist bust down (rich b+tch)
b+tch bust down (do you hear me?)
talk sh+t, glock on bust down (b+tch)
how you beggin’ me not to shoot? (not to shoot)
thought you was tough, wow (b+tch, wow)
lost my pops, i still blew up
i’m thinkin’ back, “how?” (huh)
how the f+ck i made that happen? (r.i.p. my pops, r.i.p. my folks)
i keep tellin’, i’m a [?] so stop that [?] (stop that sh+t)
b+tch, i lost a couple folks
we was really just hangin’ (what?)
n+ggas turn to a opp quick
how the f+ck you say i’m changin’? (huh)
tell them folks to stay up off that block
this sh+t get dangerous (huh, huh, huh)
[outro]
i toke k’s, b+tch, that sh+t got me limpin’
b+tch, i get paid and that’s why the f+ck i’m spendin’
we exposing opps, never got n+ggas trending
i got glocks on glocks on me, b+tch, i’m really [?]
ooh, huh, all i care about is digits
that n+gga play with me, b+tch, he end up missin’
i got racks on racks
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