What Wrist?

Bitch it's P.E. Twain
Of the OH4TWO GANG
And we're fucking on your biddies
And we're dropping fucking fifties
Like there mother fucking tissues
But like we ain't even litter
Bitch you do not want an issue
I'm a mother fucking sinner
Bitch you know I drop the roof
Totin .40s in the coupe
If you want a fucking deuce
Bitch you better bring the loot
If you tryna take my boof
Ima tell my homie shoot
My lil homie drop the roof
Totin .40s in the coupe

I can't stop shit paranoid bitch
Not an addict but everybody staring at my itch
Like its magic everybody be staring at my wrist
Like uh wait i'm still unemployed shit
I can't stop shit paranoid bitch
Not an addict but everybody staring at my itch
Like its magic everybody be staring at my wrist
Like uh wait i'm still unemployed shit



Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Laliberte
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