letra de on my wrist* - trippie redd
lyrics from snippets
[intro]
just got a motherf-ckin’ check
hopped out a motherf-ckin’ jet
when i pulled up to the hood, they show respect
diamonds on wrist, diamonds on my neck
got a hundred thousand on me in the f-ckin’ [?]
they can talk down, b-tch, you start a f-ckin’ mess
better buy your ass a bulletproof vest
but we shootin’ for the head
[chorus]
yeah, hundred on my wrist, hundred on my neck (yeah)
wanna get to the bag but you ain’t focused yet (ayy)
just bought a bentley, i ain’t drove it yet (yeah)
hatin’ ass n-gga, don’t got no respect
mike amiri drippin’ off the f-ckin’ [?] (ayy)
ayy, first [?] in the hills
i play in that water, lil’ b-tch, i got gills
i’m known to get active when i pop a pill
you ain’t ’bout the action, lil’ b-tch, you get k!lled
i keep me a ratchet, lil’ b-tch, you get drilled
where that ice at? ’cause i need to chill
you ain’t like that, lil’ b-tch, you ain’t real
[?] you know what it is
[verse]
mini-glock with extendo
aim it out in the window
and i’m ballin’ like jim jones
fell in love with that [?]
you fell in love with that [?]
p-ssy n-gga a simp, woah
i’ma get to the chips, woah
like hungry hippo (yeah, yeah)
yeah, pass me a soda, i’m blood, not a donor
i hang out the whip, watch me do a lil’ donut
[?] a mask, p-ssy, f-ck the corona
this five-ever persona
rockin’ saint laurent, she like the aroma
baby got a attitude, told her lighten up like a toner
yeah, it’s our anniversary like tony tony tone
hit the block, it’s been a minute
you say you gon’ k!ll me, lil’ b-tch, don’t be timid
i stay in the streets, lil’ b-tch, gettin’ chicken
no gta, but i stay on a mission
p-ssy n-gga better keep a distance
in the hood eatin’ momma’s briskets
told ’em we relate, i stay in the kitchen
lil’ real-estate, i stay in the business (ayy)
[chorus]
yeah, hundred on my wrist, hundred on my neck (yeah)
wanna get to the bag but you ain’t focused yet (ayy)
just bought a bentley, i ain’t drove it yet (yeah)
hatin’ ass n-gga, don’t got no respect
mike amiri drippin’ off the f-ckin’ [?] (ayy)
ayy, first [?] in the hills
i play in that water, lil’ b-tch, i got gills
i’m known to get active when i pop a pill
you ain’t ’bout the action, lil’ b-tch, you get k!lled
i keep me a ratchet, lil’ b-tch, you get drilled
where that ice at? ’cause i need to chill
you ain’t like that, lil’ b-tch, you ain’t real
[?] you know what it is
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