Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Wrist , by - Chris Brown. Release date: 07.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Wrist |
| All my niggas sell dope, all my niggas gang bang |
| Where you from, what set you claim |
| Who your partner, where you hang |
| Still that old me, I ain’t changed |
| Still grab them chopsticks, go insane |
| Wish you disrespect the set, I turn your block into a range |
| Hangin' out that window with that stick |
| Extendos for my clips, nigga |
| Can’t war with no rich nigga |
| I drop a rollie on your motherfuckin' head |
| Ride on a nigga, it don’t matter blue or red |
| Blue or red, blue or red |
| Ride on a nigga, it don’t matter blue or red |
| Blue or red, blue or red |
| Ride on a nigga, it don’t matter blue or red |
| BrickSquad got the best dope, all my niggas cut throat |
| Bangin' like the West Boast rob 'em just to stay afloat |
| Punch him in his face for that motherfuckin' necklace |
| Wrong gang sign, we gon' eat 'em like some breakfast |
| 'X' that nigga out, another nigga off my check list |
| Been rocking Nikes, can’t no motherfucker check this |
| Hire BrickSquad if you really need protection |
| My young niggas reckless, they shooting at detectives |
| All my niggas sell dope, all my niggas gang bang |
| Where you from, what set you claim |
| Who your partner, where you hang |
| Still that on me, I ain’t changed |
| Still grab them chopsticks, go insane |
| Wish you disrespect the set I turn your block into range |
| Hangin' out that window with that stick |
| Extendos for my clips, nigga |
| Can’t war with no rich nigga |
| I drop a rollie on your motherfuckin' head |
| Ride on a nigga, it don’t matter blue or red |
| Blue or red, blue or red |
| Ride on a nigga, it don’t matter blue or red |
| Blue or red, blue or red |
| Ride on a nigga, it don’t matter blue or red |
| I’m still screamin' «Fuck cops» |
| Shooter like I’m Boss Top |
| Send them boys from O’Block to come shoot up your whole block |
| In your building lurking through the halls like a cough drop |
| Big homie Flock, I still call all the shots |
| Got a gun like RoboCop |
| I crop you out, no photoshop |
| I ain’t shooting at no legs bitch, I’m aiming at the top |
| And I’m taking off fades, niggas know I love to box |
| You with this gangsta shit or not |
| We beat his ass then stomp him out |
| Squad! |
| All my niggas sell dope, all my niggas gang bang |
| Where you from, what set you claim |
| Who your partner, where you hang |
| Still that old me, I ain’t changed |
| Still grab them chopsticks, go insane |
| Wish you disrespect the set, I turn your block into range |
| Hangin' out that window with that stick |
| Extendos for my clips, nigga |
| Can’t war with no rich nigga |
| I drop a rollie on your motherfuckin' head |
| Ride on a nigga, it don’t matter blue or red |
| Blue or red, blue or red |
| Ride on a nigga, it don’t matter blue or red |
| Blue or red, blue or red |
| Ride on a nigga, it don’t matter blue or red |