my wrist - skypearleddat 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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