Текст Rich The Kid – Wrist Gone Crazy

Hook:
Hold up, stop, grab another pot
Whip it, re-rock, cause my wrist gone crazy
Hold up, stop, get another pot

Verse 1:
Baking soda beats, chickens Imma cook a feast
In the trap nigga everybody finna eat
I got a band, Molly Santan, wrapping the work in saran
Plenty of dope, moving the coke, I live in a boat
And my plug he want 5 just like John Papi
Imma juug him for the rest, bitch you can’t stop me
Cooking up like 6 bricks, in the trap with my new bitch
Diamonds dancing, my new wrist, stay in the kitchen, I water whip
All she do is complain, I don’t know her name
Bando, I got white and the Mary Jane
Get you gone, back than I was starving
Run up on my niggas, Imma hit you with that carbon
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with the Glock, hugging the block, I got the dope in my sock
Cook with the pot, kitchen is hot, whipping the rock
I’m from ?, chopper get to spitting
Houdini, the brick is missing

Hook x2

Verse 2:
Rocks in my watch thick, I ain’t talking Nicki
Got my pockets on swole, we ain’t talking Biggie
The fuck you saying, niggas got plenty of grams
You’d be like oh damn, you don’t understand
I was chilling on the block with my boy Rowdy

Hook x2