Break My Wrist

[Hook: Rich the Kid]

I'ma break my fucking wrist in the water nigga

Trap house got bricks, take an order nigga

We do not take any disrespect

I'm finally rich, now I got a check

No janitor, nigga got keys

I'm in Cali, smoking real good weed

And I'm still screaming fuck you pay me

Drop top Benz like I'm ridin' in the 80s

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]

I don't do two over disrespect

Four twenty-seven chain around my neck

Breaking my wrist, damn them diamonds so heavy, my watch been fucked around and cost a Vet

Choppining the top on a two seater, got your bitch with me and she counting checks

Light them blunts back to back like cigarettes

Whip it, whip it, whip it 'til my wrist get wet

Trap jumping like it's (?)

Got a couple niggas that can take your order

Migos get it right across the border

Stacking all this cash, I'ma money holder

I ain't really with that kind of soda

Balling like a (?)

Flexing like the arm on baking soda

Serving through the burglar bars cause I don't know ya

I've been humble for a plate nigga

I don't ever need a break nigga

I know I got what it take nigga

Used to eat them noodles, now it's steak nigga

I've been sice a youngin' I was dope

Bitches around here (?) like (?)

Nigga all I really had was hope

I got it in the boat and (?)

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[Verse 2: OG Maco]

I'ma break my wrist, lookin' at this pot

Pyrex on that bitch, and I cannot stop

Where is all the cut? So I can make the rocks

Hop off in my car, pull up on the block

Oh my God, oh my God, prices low

Get it and go

Oh my God, oh my God, prices high

But you gone buy

And we had to tax, me and Pablo tax free

I got good guys with me

Many shawtys and an Uzi, you can get a whole clip for the free

I'm a real fuckin' G

I don't know about these niggas, they ain't ever trap with me

And I bet I make that wrist work

And I bet I made your bitch hurt

She gon' walk until her feet hurt

I'ma walk and these Giuseppes nurse it

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[Verse 3: J $tash]

Don't need to work, I'ma run it back

We still need work but I wanna rap

(?), you don't gotta trap

All of you rappers to me is so fucking whack

J $tash, you know man, he been had them fucking racks

Popping  hundreds and twenties just for the Gram

Got me a piece and that bitch go for twenty grand

Bussing five a week, so I need a hundred grand

Nigga I'm still street, them crackers won't understand

Road running, getting show money

In the fast lane nigga, never slow money

Got niggas, jackboys to take your money

They beat a nigga ass like he stole something

Fuck all that fronting, you ain't on to nothing

How you talking money but ain't never stunting?

Your bitch say she horny, she want me I'm fucking

Fucking on that pussy while my music bumping

Trapping and trapping, my dawgs they be strapping

I'm splurging I'm splurging, now watch your reaction

When I hit the scene it's just lights, camera, action

Not talking about (?) cause I give (?)

I could be spazzing

Picked up in fashion

Diamonds are diamonds, my chains be flashing

(?), got me a mansion

My (?)

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