Wrist2Wrist ft. New Yu99in Lyrics

I've been going stupid, going dumb

They look dumb founded

I got all the cheese got the cake

I got dumb ounces

But if you order you a P

Keep it player ain't no profilin'

But if you rolling up my pack

I got pressure, I got puff (Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Aye)

With your bitch poke her face

Ain't no bluff

Winning shit that's a given that's a must

Wrist to wrist

They like twins, they like blood

Bitch to bitch my bitch is lit

Y'all bitch stuck on drugs

Yea, yea, ugh, ugh, ugh

Watch me style on'em

Yea yea

Watch me style on'em

I've been rolling through the town

In a new Hummer

I've been grinding every season

I don't do summers

Yeah

What you mean?

I've been gettin lit

I don't gotta pop a bean

I'm the littest in the building

Know that I'm the one

Shawty takin' drugs

We gone kick her out the club

Turn the music up

We gone make the building jump

Got her out her panties

Imma eat that shit for lunch

Packing pistols in our fannies

We gone up it if we want

If you niggas popping Xannies

We got zig-zags and runts

Run run to the bag hoe

I don't do no fronts if you fronting

Hit the back door

Our shit filled with gas petrol diesel

Y'alls tobacco

Imma roll a wood

If you hit it, you gone take off (Imma roll another wood)

I've been out here speeding'

Like I'm in a fuckin nascar (I've been speeding)

At night I've been dreaming

One day, Im gone be a big star (Lately I've been dreaming)

Thinking bout the roll that I'm playing

It's the big part (Been thinking bout the roll)

You've been moving stupid, Oh so stupid

I move real smart (You been moving stupid)

I've been going stupid, going dumb

They look dumb founded

I got all the cheese got the cake

I got dumb ounces

But if you order you a P

Keep it player, ain't no profiling

But if you rolling up my pack

I got pressure, I got puff (Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Aye)

With your bitch poke her face

Ain't no bluff

Winning shit that's a given that's a must

Wrist to wrist

They like twins, they like blood

Bitch to bitch my bitch is lit

Y'all bitch stuck on drugs

Yea, yea, ugh, ugh, ugh

Watch me style on'em