Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wrist, artist - HDBeenDope.
Date of issue: 21.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |