Ja Morant

My wrist clean my whip dirty
My grip clean my bitch dirty
I get mean and that bitch heard me
Nine with beams and that stick thirty

I got the chopper I got the glock
I'll let it pop you I let it pop
You want to get signed or you want to get shot

I don't say much they're chatting a lot
Talk gangsta then they want rat on the spot
I'm about the breesh, money, capital, guap

I need a lil uzi I just wanna rocket
They gon try to do me I got it I locked in
Fit probably kill them wait to see the profit

My wrist clean my whip dirty
My grip clean my bitch dirty
I get mean and that bitch heard me
Nine with beams and that stick thirty

I got the chopper I got the glock
I'll let it pop you I let it pop
You want to get signed or you want to get shot

You don't need that
No, you need your pockets
Swelled up fat nigga feed the process
I'm speaking facts niggas speak nonsense

And keep a strap I got to keep mine since
Everyone actually on that mob shit
Running around acting like it's no options

That shit mean when these niggas learn
They gonna get creamed or gonna get sturdy
See what this mean or get discouraged
It is rich dreams versus bitch worries

I brought the bag in shit never stop
I need the back ends I need the pot
I back some brand new shit out the lot

Uh yea I said you would see me on top
Uh yea I had to go VV the rocks
Uh my life is a movie in my head, of course
Uh yea I had to three D my thoughts

That shit mean when these niggas learn
They gonna get creamed or gonna get sturdy
See what this mean or get discouraged
It is rich dreams versus bitch worries

You can get more or you can get nada
You can get Payless you can get Prada
You gonna need paychecks, you gonna need product

Niggas might snitch so heat them up lava
Niggas might schnitzel speaking about rada
Nigga get smoked like the weed in my grabba

Niggas gonna choke up quick when it's grind time
Lying ass niggas tell the truth everytime
I'm speaking from experience from my time

But now my wrist clean my whip dirty
My grip clean my bitch dirty
I get mean and that bitch heard me
Nine with beams and that stick thirty

I got the chopper I got the glock
I'll let it pop you I let it pop
You want to get signed or you want to get shot

I don't say much they're chatting a lot
Talk gangsta, then they want rat on the spot
I'm about the breesh, money, capital, guap

I need a lil uzi I just wanna rocket
They gon try to do me I got it I locked in
Fit probably kill them wait to see the profit



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Writer(s): Damann Bogle
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