Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wrist Thunderstorm, artist - Quality Control. Album song Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol Records;, Motown, Quality Control
Song language: English
Wrist Thunderstorm |
Wrist thunderstorm, yeah |
Javi, don’t wanna see prone |
I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang) |
Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope) |
Yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah) |
Suicide door like I’m slitting my wrist (slit, wrist) |
Fuck off my name lil' bitch (smash) |
Kill the pussy then bury the bitch (hey, hey) |
We fiend for the cash we get (cash) |
Kel-Tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt) |
Double my millions and flip |
Double my cup when I’m pourin' a fifth (mud) |
Dreams of counting a mil (dreams) |
When I had woke up I had 'em for real (for real) |
Fiends all up in my ear (fiends) |
Ask for the dope I ain’t served in years (Offset) |
Fashion, bitch I’m Mike Jackson (Mike) |
Patek, the diamonds do backflips (woo) |
Spike, the Louboutins cactus (spike) |
Fishtail the coupe with no traction (skrt) |
Takin' your bitch, I kidnap shit (c'mon) |
Whack shit, clap shit, tactics (whack) |
Private the plane, up my status (private) |
It’s only a quarter in the mattress (quarter) |
Speed racing (speed) |
Bentley big B from the basement (Big B) |
Hide and go seek with the K (hide and seek) |
Put the fire in your mouth, you can face it (fire) |
Nigga quit leasing the Wraith (lease) |
Filling in my teeth with the glacier (hah) |
Whole forty-three on a bracelet (bracelet) |
Know I’m in the streets drip naked (hah) |
Survived, just look in my eyes (eyes) |
V12, back seat the massage (12) |
We deep the game like a try |
Fuckin' your bitch in my eye (smash) |
Squeeze the lemon, it’s out (squeeze) |
Smellin' like pile of flowers (oh) |
Taste it, now it’s devoured (ah) |
Leave your ass stank like a coward (stank) |
Wrist thunderstorm, yeah |
Javi, don’t wanna see prone |
I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang) |
Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope) |
Yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah) |
Suicide door like I’m slitting my wrist (slit, wrist) |
Fuck off my name lil' bitch (smash) |
Kill the pussy then bury the bitch (hey, hey) |
We fiend for the cash we get (cash) |
Kel-Tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt) |
Double my millions and flip |
Double my cup when I’m pourin' a fifth (mud) |
Dreams of counting a mil (dreams) |
When I had woke up I had 'em for real (for real) |
Fiends all up in my ear (fiends) |
Ask for the dope I ain’t served in years (Offset) |
I know some niggas that’s servin' some years |
Got so much ice on my neck give me chills |
My bitch is so bad she don’t look like she real |
You sip out the bottle, I’m poppin' the seal |
We pull out in foreigns, the engine the rear |
I put a whole brick of ice in my ear |
Smokin' on loud, I can’t even hear |
We shoot up the crowd, this shit can get serious |
I work a move, I put it in plastic |
I work the Uzi movin' through traffic |
I got a bank account inside the mattress |
We do not think it out, we gon' and smash it |
Young nigga still sellin' work, trap out the church |
When we hit the trap it’s bag alert |
I can’t even get in the door first |
Pick up the bitch with a chauffeur |
Light up my wrist like the first |
Diamonds water, you could surf |
Groupie bitches get the curve |
Killing shit, I’m on a purge |
Pockets filled up like it’s Sherman |
Spending more than what you earning |
Wrist on Hurricane Irma |
Wrist thunderstorm, yeah |
Javi, don’t wanna see prone |
I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang) |
Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope) |
Yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah) |
Suicide door like I’m slitting my wrist (slit, wrist) |
Fuck off my name lil' bitch (smash) |
Kill the pussy then bury the bitch (hey, hey) |
We fiend for the cash we get (cash) |
Kel-Tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt) |
Double my millions and flip |
Double my cup when I’m pourin' a fifth (mud) |
Dreams of counting a mil (dreams) |
When I had woke up I had 'em for real (for real) |
Fiends all up in my ear (fiends) |
Ask for the dope I ain’t served in years (Offset) |