Wrist (feat. Solo Lucci)

Wrist, trill, wrist, trill
Wrist, trill, wrist, drippin' and drippin'
Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip
Wrist drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin'

My wrist 'bout 30 below
Why would I be worried 'bout hoes? (Why would?)
And if you ain't ever leanin', swervin' in traffic
You ain't feel that dirty before
Catch me tippin' on fours
Diamond drippin', prolly sippin' on fours
Ferragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold
With so many women, think I'm pimpin' them hoes

'Cause my wrist still drippin', four-fours tip still tip
In the cut with my hittas (Gang)
No, they do not miss
I'm a champagne pourin' nigga
I love big asses and tits (Show me them tits)
And if you're here just to witness, I just just promise this

On my wrist (Skrt, skrt), tip, four (Four), tip
Wrist, drip (Drip), four-fours tip
On my wrist (Wrist), tip (Tip), four (Four), tip (Tip)
Wrist (Wrist), drip (Drip), four-fours tip (Drippin', drippin', drippin')

No he not ballin' like us
Who the fuck he think he is? (He a lame ass boy, nigga)
You gotta come to my city
You gotta see how we live (Pull up with the drug dealers)
You should just come on the bed, I should just fuck you right now
Or just forget what I said, I just be thinkin' out loud
Thinkin' out loud, thinkin' out loud
Can I hit in the mirror? (Yeah) I wanna see your body clearer
Let's think out loud (Think out loud)
Girl my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35

Wrist, tip, four (Oh), tip (On my wrist)
Wrist, drip, four-fours tip (Oh)
On my wrist, tip (Hold it), four, tip
Wrist, drip (Oh my), four-fours tip (Skrt, skrt)

My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40
It's 50 on me, my neck is retarded
But nigga I'm geeked, my bitch is a baller
But she from the streets, so don't get us started
Handcuffs like I got arrested homie
Ferragamo's on me got me flexin' on 'em
Mud, mud, got all these taxes on me
Diamonds shinin' that's for VVS' on me

Leanin' off Activis, tippin' on fours
Thinkin' 'bout when them hoes used to sleep on me like mattresses
But that's how it go, now I'm gettin' that dough
And I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus (Calculus)
I got my name off that trappin' shit
But I got the fame out this rappin' and shit
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate

Bitch, go 'head, look at my
Wrist, tip (Oh my), four, tip (Oh my)
Wrist, drip (Oh my), four-fours tip (Oh my)
On my wrist, tip (Oh my), four, tip (Oh my) (Wrist)
Wrist, drip (Oh my), four-fours tip (Oh my)
On my wrist, tip, four tip (Oh my)
Wrist, drip, 44's tip



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Lyrica Nasha Anderson, Darien Michael Dorsey, Michael F. Hernandez, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Irvin Devine Whitlow, Bobby Joseph Turner Jr., Caleb Nordelus
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