Wrist Up

Turn the lights off in this b****

Finna hold my wrist up

Lamb chop AMG Maybachs how we push up

Hit deebo a** with this blick before I put my s*** up

B**** keep asking is I'm straight now I want my d*** sucked

He called for a plate and bought a cutie n**** b**** up

Everything I got come from grinding ain't no good luck

Whole gang uping glizzys if a n**** get rough

N**** play tough we gonna tear this b**** up

When that s*** come right you need a hammer just to break it up

I don't want no f*****' chicken wings I'm goin' steak bruh

And don't ask me' bout no damn dessert' cause b**** I'm caked up

I just rolled over sold three plates at 36 on the wake up

I got way more cheese than you what the f*** is that a debate for

You ain't goin' nowhere with me b**** until you get that laced up

It don't act like it's a problem for me to pay for it' cause it ain't one

I pay for that little s***, b**** it ain't none

How you bd stress you out he ain't got nothing on none

I'm Mister f*** that poor a** n****

Call my phone I'm coming

D****** b**** I'm trying to boss you up it ain't just about money

Finger in the p**** cuban hit the c*** she say bae I'm c*****

Turn the lights off in this b****

Finna hold my wrist up

Lamb chop AMG Maybachs how we push up

Hit deebo a** with this blick before I put my s*** up

B**** keep asking is I'm straight now I want my d*** sucked

Turn the lights off in this b****

Finna hold my wrist up

Lamb chop AMG Maybachs how we push up

Hit deebo a** with this blick before I put my s*** up

B**** keep asking is I'm straight now I want my d*** sucked

B**** keep askin' is I'm straight nah I need my d*** licked

.50 cal sniper this b**** he"ll flip a big b****

I'm on big s*** boss s***

They still lookin' for a small chick

We been spendin' spendin' spendin' b**** sound like a car wreck

The opps be ball cap

I be hatin' when i miss bro call i can't even call back

I done peep the flaw s***

Gotta fall back

These rappers act like women mad bout a follow back

It's a blowout check the score we got all the hats

Got her toes out pretty face might put her on her back

I went 2 in 3 in G2 3 b**** I can't never lack

We gone dead em bad and took his pole just for the ceiling back

I blessed them boy too many times now I'm like where the love at

Remember them times I posted on the porch nothing but a dog sack

That's why when they need something I be holding my nuts back

You be d*** riding the same s*** your b**** tugging

A** your old musty a**

Be your pole dusty a**

Want the front back in the day your old poor hustling a**

B**** think she getting paid better to throw somin back

Off the perc slumped on the wall like a thumbtack

Smoking 6 is GG to the face this ain't no runtz pack

8th grade I had a little 3 80 in my lunch bag

Used to hate when big bro in the kitchen always stunk bad

That boy say in the field shit he might get touch back

Turn the lights off in this b****

Finna hold my wrist up

Lamb chop AMG Maybachs How we push up

Hit deebo a** with this blick before I put my s*** up

B**** keep asking is I'm straight now I want my d*** sucked