"LEFT WRIST" lyrics

"LEFT WRIST"

(Flexxgod on the beat, tell by the bass)

I'm in the trap, hood rich
I'm sippin' codeine, in love with a hood bitch
Nigga, your bitch a freak and she give me a whole kiss
Twenty-thousand on codeine, I poured up a whole wrist
If she look at me once, nigga, I'll probably fuck that
In a bulletproof whip, nigga, you'll never touch that
Ain't NFL, but you pussies be runnin' back
Smokin' cherry gelato, this shit is that smelly pack
I just whipped the McClaren, bro crashed a lil' Cadillac
How you give me advice, nigga? You don't know how to trap
I'm gettin' money, you niggas all out of whack
Shorty took a lil' molly and she had a heart attack
You went and bought the whole store, we can't run out of bread
Shorty suck me up slow, no, I don't want no head
Yes, I'm off a Perc' 10, I ain't hear what you said
I smoked a pound of gelato, my eyes lookin' red
My left wrist cookin' the pot
Got my left wrist whippin' the block
I got my right hand sippin' this codeine, it's shot
I need my right hand grippin' this .40, this Glock
Shot his nose ring, nigga, it's rest in peace Pop
I'm in the pot and I make the whole recipe pop
I know your ho deepthroat, yes, your ho is a thot
We kick your door down, nigga, we don't spin the block
I'm in the backend, nigga, we get cash every day
Cookie relaxing, but I'm still grippin' the K
Do you really believe you're gettin' more racks than me?
We clean up seals, I know where them packs at, bae


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