Rich The Kid - Wrist Gone Crazy lyrics

rate me

Hold on, stop

Grab another path

Hold on stop, grab another plug

Rip real though cuz my wrist goin’ crazy x 2

Make it solo beast, chicken I’mma cook fast

In the trap nigga everybody fine to eat

I got banz might sit down

Rap it and bog it around

Plenty dog, move it and go

I’m living above, he will fight ‘til I die poppin’

I’mma do it for the rest, bitch you can’t stop me

Get it on like six beast

And I trap with my new bitch

Double dance on my new rist

Then the kitchen I roll with

All she do is complain I don’t know her name

Bando I got white in that Mary Jane

Bitch you bad, get better when I’ll start

Run up on my niggas, I will hit you with that car

On the glop, hold it and drop, I gotta dope my side

Doin’ the plug, kitchen is hot, wipe it and rock

I’m from blended, chop and make it splendid

How didn’t that brake is missing

Hold on stop, grab another plug

Rip real though cuz my wrist goin’ crazy x 4

Rocks in my watch stick, I ain’t talking Nicky

Got my part and so, so we ain’t talking Nicky

What the fuck you saying, bitch I’m playin’ the grams

And we’ll be like ooh damn, you don’t understand

All chilling on the block with that all roary

Ain’t see that boy Bobby, he just throw her body

Migo game swerving the game, too many chains,

That shutter, that image will bring, this is the game

Is she talking ‘bout my man? That a hold up

In the kitchen I’mma wip it, I’mma hold and pop

So nigga rather be famous, I gotta crave like Aides

Nigga want whole lot of babies

Hold on stop, grab another plug

Rip real though cuz my wrist goin’ crazy x 4