Wrist Froze

And I got my wrist froze
Nigga what you know
We in the trap house
Counting up c notes
Ain't no more losses
Came from the projects
Where niggas could die quick
For thinking they hot shit
Niggas get laid out
Niggas get stretched out
Look in these streets it's a mess now
Niggas protecting they chest now
Nigga it's checkers ain't chest now
Bitch I'm the king of the board
I'm gonna move where i want
Niggas could say they want
What they want

Bitch it's a millions ways to get paid
And bitches trynna saved
And niggas is bitch made
They be acting the same
I switch the style and they loving it
I hit my dance while I'm fucking it
I just can't put all my trust in it
I make it hot like a oven mitt
And she can't call me by my government
I know they gone love this shit
I just came up on some other shit
Now they want parts when they see my wrist
Can't stop looking when you see my bitch
Back up watch out
Nigga don't make me empty clips
Whatever I do Nigga I won't miss

And I got my wrist froze
Nigga what you know
We in the trap house
Counting up c notes
Ain't nomore losses
Came from the projects
Where niggas could die quick
For thinking they hot shit
Niggas get laid out
Niggas get stretched out
Look in these streets it's a mess now
Niggas protecting they chest now
Nigga it's checkers ain't chest now
Bitch I'm the king of the board
I'm gonna move where i want
Niggas could say they want
What they want

Fuck what you wanna say
I was starving for a lotta days
Quit my job they ain't give no raise
Give a fuck cuz them streets pay
Nigga I'm straight
Orange juice with the Bombay
Og flame that
You the best can't claim that
I'm still around don't play that
I manifested this shit
They all said I won't be shit
Now they gotta blast my shit
Everywhere I go I'm lit
The way that I come with this shit is crazy
Wouldn't believe me you just gotta see it
Can't be a god so they jack a demon
Got rich now they scheming
Don't make me up it up it
Give me a reason man fuck it
There's niggas dying for nothing
And I won't be a victim
I gotta make it back to my kid
And I'm coming back home rich
Swear I'm coming coming back home rich

And I got my wrist froze
Nigga what you know
We in the trap house
Counting up c notes
Ain't nomore losses
Came from the projects
Where niggas could die quick
For thinking they hot shit
Niggas get laid out
Niggas get stretched out
Look in these streets it's a mess now
Niggas protecting they chest now
Nigga it's checkers ain't chest now
Bitch I'm the king of the board
I'm gonna move where i want
Niggas could say they want
What they want



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Writer(s): Jonathan Nunez
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