CUDDLE MY WRIST

[Intro]

Zaytoven

Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist

Cuddle my bitch, cu-cu-cuddle my bit'

Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist

Cuddle my, cu-

Cuddle my, cuddle

[Chorus]

Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist

Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist

[Refrain]

I got that monkey on my back

I walk around with 500 racks

I keep the city on my shoulders

Carry it 'round like a bag of stacks

I put a kit on a Bentayga

Dr. Miami, the ass fat

Nigga wanna play with the Murda Squad

Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch

[Verse 1]

Goyard as soon as the bag got packed

Zone 6, sure, I ain't showing no slack

Never been a quitter, I'ma turn it to the max

Lean in my liver, I've been taking good batch

Real dope dealers don't hang around rats

Four by four, sitting taller than a 'Lac

Margiela on my toes, sittin' way in the back

Canary yellow gold, Rollie and a Mac

Glock four-oh, plastic gat

VV coated, sitting on my chest

Pussy ass niggas don't call no threat

I'm a big dog, you ain't nothin' but a pet

Weak ass nigga boutta run outta check

Tryna keep up, better step up your neck

Had to eat it up when I caught the baguettes

Snackin' on me, it ain't nothin' to address

[Chorus]

Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist

Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist

[Verse 2]

Fifty-five mil' on my carats

I never had to go in the vault

Fishscale when you speak my status

Future already done picked up the phone

We on a regular line, nigga

I can't talk to you nothin' 'bout the raw

I heard you seen a nigga get flatline

You better not tell them none what you saw

Soon as I drop, I got flexed up

Fuck all that drama, got heat tucked

Ice out the hittas, my cuts up

Yellow gold Presi, it bust up

Young nigga already pushed the Ferrari

I came in with the head off

Jumbo Patek gon' crush your career

All these wheels, got dust on the wheel

So many foreigns, a car dealership

Poured up my cup when I hopped on the Lear

Drippin' severe, the God is here

Dic's in here, I got chartered here

[Refrain]

I got that monkey on my back

I walk around with 500 racks

I keep the city on my shoulders

Carry it 'round like a bag of stacks

I put a kid on a Bentayga

Dr. Miami, the ass fat

Nigga wanna play with the murda squad

Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch

[Chorus]

Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist

Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist