Wrist Lock

Left out magic city with a bad bitch, Shawty never basic far from average
Grew up on the block straight from Cambridge
Yeah
Prince prod handling his damn shit
Uh
Making moves,money in my hands, Bitches come in twos yeah baby with the clan
Throw back ay do it with no hands,Throw it back baby do that shit again

Whipping it up till my wrist lock!
Till my wrist lock
Whipping it up to get guap
Yeah, Just to get guap

Yeh

And it won't stop, On the road to riches with no pit stops
Yeah
Walk up in this bitch yeah it's prince prod, Yeah three sixty five I be on my job yeah
Making boss moves,Niggas so NBA they quick to cross you
So I gotta watch my back can't make the wrong move
I ain't with that silly shit bitch I'm the wrong dude

Whipping it up till my wrist lock
Till my wrist lock (Till my wrist lock)

Drop drop
Chain on froze that's an ice-box
Everywhere I go you know it's non-stop
Chasing to the dough I gotta get-guap, Yeah yeah yeahhh
Chain on froze
Looking at my vvs
Shawty wanna fuck
Cause see I'm fresh to death
Yeah I'm adding up
Yeah I go collect my checks yeah collect my check
Yeah collect my check

Whipping it up till my wrist lock
Till My wrist lock

(Till my wrist lock)



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Hardy
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