[Lyric] Wrist Working (AllStar JR)

[Intro]
(DODBH)
It's lit
(Let's get a bag)

[Verse 1]
Rap money slowin' down, fuck it, I don't need it
I just made fifty off some thirties down in Cleveland (Pew)
We be Glockied up in the truck for a reason (Bah)
Injured your mans, I heard he out for the season, listen (Oh, he done)
Throw you in the lake, they love you, have them boys fishin' (He through)
You on some bullshit, my lil' bro love killin' (Pew)
And you do not have a car, you not a drug dealer (Shut your poor ass up)
I shake loose from these hoes, bro, you love bitches (Oh, you mothеrfuckin' Cupid or somethin')
Who the fuck are you guys? I ID niggas (Who is this?)
I wish I would bе broke, I'd be niggas (I'd be just like y'all)
It be cash on hand when I see niggas (Every time)
Pay the tab or box him in like ID pictures (Bah)
I had a couple niggas workin' shootin' out the bag (Couple)
Now I gotta score myself, threw it off the glass (I T-Mac'd it)
Niggas wild with the stick, be through without the mag (Hoes)
I seen some jeans in Amiri, threw 'em in the bag (These mine)
I done fell out with my plug quite a few times (So much)
I always leave from the club gettin' chewed out (Damn near every morning)
It's cat rap, them niggas never ever blew down (They never have)
Bitch you lyin' and dyin', niggas blew out (And we popped a few of them niggas)
You ain't got no paper, you lied to the bitch (Lame)
She ain't never had no Wock', I dropped a line on my dick (Pew)
You mad as hell, wanna slide on some shit (Oh, you wanna kill somethin'?)
Relax, I'm tryna get this lil' bitch to slide off my dick (Boy, come get this ho)
[Chorus]
Bitch, my wrist workin' (Skrrt), brick servin' through this bitch
Make sure my stick workin' (Baow), you get murdered in this bitch
Bitch, my wrist workin', I'm brick servin' through this bitch
Bitch, my (Skrrt, skrrt), bitch, my (Skrrt, skrrt, let's get a what?)

[Verse 2]
Rule number two, a nigga ho me, he get knocked off (Faggot)
Rule number one, that nigga owe me, he get knocked off (Faggot)
I got a handle on this shit, I feel like hot sauce (Bah)
I shop at Maxfields, bitch, I don't wear knockoffs (Boy, this the real jersey)
Niggas like fuck me (They hate R), think they bitch fucked me (Think we had sex)
Dirty low budget-ass bitch can't touch me (I wouldn't touch that bitch)
Boy, you don't spend enough pape' for you to rush me (Yeah)
I'ma have to tax you every zip, you make me bust these (Every one)
Really they was half way out the door before I touched these (Before I had a sale)
See you out in the club and slap your ho ass (Smack the shit out you)
Turn it to an urgent care, the fiends dope sick (Pew)
I ain't goin' back and forth with your lil' broke ass (This what we not finna do)
Bitch, I'm finna leave a bullet in your forehead (Baow)

[Chorus]
Bitch, my wrist workin' (Skrrt, skrrt), brick servin' through this bitch
Make sure my stick workin', you get murdered in this bitch
Bitch, my wrist workin', I'm brick servin' through this bitch
Bitch, my (Skrrt, skrrt), bitch, my (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Outro]
Skrrt, skrrt
(Let's get a bag)