Lyrics Wrist - HDBeenDope

Wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist motion
Wrist, wrist 'til I’m gone away
Pack a pocket 'til it’s swollen
Checking’s hitting I’ma ball today
Seven figures got me yawning
They ain’t give it now we on to eight
Push a renty like it’s stolen
Been a minute, but we on the way
Fuck that BeenDope I’m back in the bitch
They ain’t leave but I’m back with the clique
Feed the Gs, got the pack on my six
Hundred Gs is like Ac if I sip
Nigga please
I am back with the motion
Seventeen had the pack I was posting
Never seen it, was no to the notion
Suddenly they like «What's the commotion?»
Double dollars
Got right the mystery
Hanging on history
Feel like a victory
Look like a vic
Lincoln gon' link with me
Jackson gon' link with me
Grant he gon' link with me
Benji gon' link with me
All of my options turn to a profit
I see 'em watching looking to opt in
When it get popping, can’t hold your spot
Even when I’m exhausted
Wrist, wrist, wrist motion
Wrist, wrist 'til I’m gone away
Pack a pocket 'til it’s swollen
Checking’s hitting I’ma ball today
Seven figures got me yawning
They ain’t give it now we on to eight
Push a renty like it’s stolen
Been a minute, but we on the way
Run 'til the numbers abundant
Run 'til I’m one, 'til I’m one with the hundreds
Run 'til the summers are summing up
To be more than we wanted
Son in the sun and it’s funded
All from the love of the dungeon
Fall and I’m up to the summit
Niggas be talking, I vomit
Sick when you say what you wanted
Never did nothing to plan it
You thinking everything handed
Fuck it, I’m back to the branding
BeenDope on every canvas
Fiddle for niggas that landed
Back when you backed and abandoned
Said that it’s nothing of status
Woo
Look at me, where the dollars at?
All a sudden I’m a solemn act
Ain’t no talking, I’ma holla back
Fuck up off my line
Yeah
I’m too busy for the time that you wasting
Shit get tricky niggas hiding they vacant
We need fifty so no matter the day it’s
Wrist, wrist, wrist motion
Wrist, wrist 'til I’m gone away
Pack a pocket 'til it’s swollen
Checking’s hitting I’ma ball today
Seven figures got me yawning
They ain’t give it now we on to eight
Push a renty like it’s stolen
Been a minute, but we on the way
That shiny shit don’t mean nothing to me
You know why
All these niggas got fake diamonds on?
That shit be shiny as a motherfucka, but them real VVS’s
When you take them diamonds out and shit like that
That shit don’t, that shit don’t come correct, what happen nigga?
You whittle nigga
You whittle in the dust
So you gotta put the groundwork in first
You gotta grind before you shine in real life
You get what I’m saying?
So I don’t give a fuck niggas that wanna shine on
Get that shit away from me
I don’t like shiny suits nigga