Right Wrist

Fifty-nine m's on my carrier lenses
Ice on my neck chain fulla exotic dancers
My right wrist cost a mansion out in texas
Yo bottom bitch aint got no money she be stressing you
Jewelry stone cold stunning any bitch thats next to me
Picking up that weight got me flexing like a wrestler
Imma get a pint sell half and sip the rest of it

You gone get a bitch get some pussy and start settling
If the bitch broke imma tell the bitch I'm celibate
Exotic dope i ain't smoking bitch I'm selling it
I might pull up Maserati for the hell of it
I cant nut in all these hoe bitches man im selfish
If the pussy good i might tell the bitch to sell it
Catch me in my opp momma house like im melvin
Catch me out shopping imma Nieman Marcus veteran
Catch me out with thirty three shots like I'm Edgrrin
My new bitch bad but i got hoes so she jealous
She don't wanna share Imma tell her get to stepping
Came up from apartments now I'm rocking triple S's
I be getting money being broke never accepted
Being broke was never in style you ain't the message
Always got a gun when i got new kick so don't step on em
I go out im shopping in cartier like it's LensCrafters
You aint got no funds and you comfortable need to step it up

Fifty nine m's on my carrier lenses
Ice on my neck chain fulla exotic dancers
My right wrist cost a mansion out in texas
Yo bottom bit aint got no money she be stressing you

Shout my Niggas kwest rose gold on my neck piece
Jewelry stone cold stunning any bitch thats next to me
Picking up that weight got me flexing like a wrestler
Imma get a pint sell half and sip the rest of it

Sip the rest of it
Sip the rest of it yeah yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Thomas Iii
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