[Verse 1]
Drinking Henny while I overlook my veranda
Dirty Diana’s who drive boats in my cabana
Surrounded by gang gang but not one on bandanas
Just got the glicks equipped with sticks longer than banana
My pen game like Thanos bring the end game
I snap on beats so you won’t see nobody else that’s in frame, nigga
I just want the Rollie with more ice that’s seen by goalies
Dough and cream just like a canolies
My haters are dying slowly facts
If you better than me you gon have to show me nigga
Rookie of the year like Lebron in '03 nigga
Flip a pound then restock
Chanel’s on these ain’t Reebok
My wrist pop that g lock
AP on this ain’t no G-Shock
[Hook]
Iced out Rollie on my right wrist bitch
With my left hand counting all them hundreds like I'm rich
Want that iced out Rollie on my right wrist bitch
With my left hand counting all them hundreds like I'm rich
I want that new car new car top down chillin
With my new broad new broad hand on my money
With my new car new car
With my new broad new broad hand on my money like
[Verse 2]
Now a days you niggas just way to sensitive
So much green on me that my shit go through photosynthesis
Need a bad bitch ass fat hips on parenthesis
Saying that you better I ain’t hear it with no emphasis
Niggas do not play fair
One stop shop just like Wayfair
Headed for the top even though I don't know my way there
I done been to hell back
And pulled off in a hell cat
Told the plug no meet ups nigga you might wanna mail that
Draco in my she shed
She talked and she bled, she dead
Started from the bottom that’s the seabed
Nigga Stuart Little you are brittle
No not plugged you a middle
Niggas 69 sweet on the tracks chew me up a skittle
My flow river in the Stu go home or go bigger she dig me she a gold digger bitch I bow down to no nigga
Flip a pound then restock
Chanel's on this ain’t Reebok
My wrist pop the g lock
AP on this ain’t no g shock
[Hook]
Iced out Rollie on my right wrist bitch
With my left hand counting all them hundreds like I'm rich
Want that iced out Rollie on my right wrist bitch
With my left hand counting all them hundreds like I'm rich
I want that new car new car top down chillin
With my new broad new broad hand on my money
With my new car new car
With my new broad new broad hand on my money like
Wrist was written by Kelly Nixon.
Wrist was produced by Red ’N Dread.