"January Wrist 2.0" lyrics
Yeah
Goddamn, a nigga cold
Trash Bag Gang
Lito (Stilt)
Oh (Mike J, New Messiah on the ones and twos)
R.I.P. McVegas (Lito on the twos and sixes)
Welcome back, Burn One (Burn One, Burn One)
Fuckin' right, I'm a rider (I'm a rider), you better know it (Know it)
Probably full of dro and Moët (Who?), me and all my homies
Them niggas, they don't want it, see me in it, then I own it
That nigga grind hard, don't he? (Who?), me and all my homies (Grind Hard)
I got bitches, they got bitches, some of 'em realer than all these niggas
Some of 'em boost, don't none of 'em snitch and they fuck with me and all my homies
Fuckin' with me and all my homies, trust me, you don't want it
We gon' squeeze and you gon' leak and there's gon' be a ceremony
Ayy, Zilla, what it is, nigga? Know I keep that killer
And my pistol, niggas hollerin' they realer, but, no, I don't feel 'em (Feel 'em)
See, my wrist, how it lift my sleeve like it's Christmas Eve
Call my neckpiece New Year's Eve, drop the ball please
I got a January neck, a December wrist
Keep a bitch hot as summer swangin' on my dick
Two taped-up clips hold a hundred, any nigga that wanna trip
And I will ride, I will die for any nigga in my clique
Think I give a shit about a past-tense prick? (Nah)
Foot on the gas, I'm past lit with a futuristic bitch
Nah, I wasn't runnin' an option, but I used to dip and pitch
Wasn't gettin' no quarterback sacks, but I'll bring you a quarter sack back (Holler at me)
Word to the wise, if you can't afford that pack
Then do us both a favor and don't order that pack (No)
I'm Chris Johnson of rap, Bud Adams of the trap
Take this way back like Eddie George with an oil rig on his hat
Sellin' quarter sacks at fourteen before I wrote a rap (Fourteen)
Trash Bag Gang in all black from the Jordans to the strap (Jordans to the strap)
I'm just a renaissance gangster (Gangster, gangster, renaissance gangster)
It's Lito (Starlito)
I got a January neck, a December wrist
Keep a bitch hot as summer
Starlito's Way III
Life Insurance
March 13th
Happy birthday, mom
Happy belated birthday, Kayla
Happy early birthday
To the Chino TJR
Happy belated birthday, Richard
Happy birthday, Bean
Belated
And roll up
I just studied real hard and made a B-minus on my drug test
Goddamn, a nigga cold
Trash Bag Gang
Lito (Stilt)
Oh (Mike J, New Messiah on the ones and twos)
R.I.P. McVegas (Lito on the twos and sixes)
Welcome back, Burn One (Burn One, Burn One)
Fuckin' right, I'm a rider (I'm a rider), you better know it (Know it)
Probably full of dro and Moët (Who?), me and all my homies
Them niggas, they don't want it, see me in it, then I own it
That nigga grind hard, don't he? (Who?), me and all my homies (Grind Hard)
I got bitches, they got bitches, some of 'em realer than all these niggas
Some of 'em boost, don't none of 'em snitch and they fuck with me and all my homies
Fuckin' with me and all my homies, trust me, you don't want it
We gon' squeeze and you gon' leak and there's gon' be a ceremony
Ayy, Zilla, what it is, nigga? Know I keep that killer
And my pistol, niggas hollerin' they realer, but, no, I don't feel 'em (Feel 'em)
See, my wrist, how it lift my sleeve like it's Christmas Eve
Call my neckpiece New Year's Eve, drop the ball please
I got a January neck, a December wrist
Keep a bitch hot as summer swangin' on my dick
Two taped-up clips hold a hundred, any nigga that wanna trip
And I will ride, I will die for any nigga in my clique
Think I give a shit about a past-tense prick? (Nah)
Foot on the gas, I'm past lit with a futuristic bitch
Nah, I wasn't runnin' an option, but I used to dip and pitch
Wasn't gettin' no quarterback sacks, but I'll bring you a quarter sack back (Holler at me)
Word to the wise, if you can't afford that pack
Then do us both a favor and don't order that pack (No)
I'm Chris Johnson of rap, Bud Adams of the trap
Take this way back like Eddie George with an oil rig on his hat
Sellin' quarter sacks at fourteen before I wrote a rap (Fourteen)
Trash Bag Gang in all black from the Jordans to the strap (Jordans to the strap)
I'm just a renaissance gangster (Gangster, gangster, renaissance gangster)
It's Lito (Starlito)
I got a January neck, a December wrist
Keep a bitch hot as summer
Starlito's Way III
Life Insurance
March 13th
Happy birthday, mom
Happy belated birthday, Kayla
Happy early birthday
To the Chino TJR
Happy belated birthday, Richard
Happy birthday, Bean
Belated
And roll up
I just studied real hard and made a B-minus on my drug test
