Rich The Kid - Wrist Gone Crazy lyrics
rate meHold 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