My wrist

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Yee, hoo Look at my wrist Look at my fits Look at my bi-- hey Look at my whips Look at her lips matchin' my drip Hey Shawty can tell I've been gettin' cash by the tips Hey Look at my Rolls Look at the rims, and they on slicks What? Just look at this don, look at her friends Look at my bi--, send her to-- hey Shawty couldn't take it with the lick on my lips Hey Wait 'til we get to the house, we in back of the Lyft Yeah, yeah Go to the store, get some drinks and some more rubber bands Yeah, yeah I couldn't wait, I went sippin' it out of the can Yeah This is a fetish, I'm keepin' some hoes wherever I'm stayin' Yeah Pockets on lettuce, shit, radish and blue cheese, no ranch Yeah You want the Patek? Yes Still gotta run it up, run it up, run it up Ooh Hand me my bag-bag She want it harder, Hannah Montana Woo Money no tag Tag Lately, we're milking that Ooh They want that- they want that- they want that bounce back They drown the spot Yeah I was so hype Hype Travis Scott, I might Might Never lie on Christ Sike Eat an ounce a night Night I can't lie, I'm sheist Sheist Talked a lot, now signed Now signed Aces, baby gold diamonds Diamonds Michael Jackson in prime And I'm back Woo Look at my wrist Look at my- look at my blunts, they kiss Ahh, ahh I'm splitting that twerk, I'm splitting that wig Ahh, ahh, ahh Pull up in mosh pit, I don't rock for