Ja Morant Lyrics

My wrist clean my whip dirty

My grip clean my bitch dirty

I get mean and that bitch heard me

Nine with beams and that stick thirty

I got the chopper I got the glock

I'll let it pop you I let it pop

You want to get signed or you want to get shot

I don't say much they're chatting a lot

Talk gangsta then they want rat on the spot

I'm about the breesh, money, capital, guap

I need a lil uzi I just wanna rocket

They gon try to do me I got it I locked in

Fit probably kill them wait to see the profit

My wrist clean my whip dirty

My grip clean my bitch dirty

I get mean and that bitch heard me

Nine with beams and that stick thirty

I got the chopper I got the glock

I'll let it pop you I let it pop

You want to get signed or you want to get shot

You don't need that

No, you need your pockets

Swelled up fat nigga feed the process

I'm speaking facts niggas speak nonsense

And keep a strap I got to keep mine since

Everyone actually on that mob shit

Running around acting like it's no options

That shit mean when these niggas learn

They gonna get creamed or gonna get sturdy

See what this mean or get discouraged

It is rich dreams versus bitch worries

I brought the bag in shit never stop

I need the back ends I need the pot

I back some brand new shit out the lot

Uh yea I said you would see me on top

Uh yea I had to go VV the rocks

Uh my life is a movie in my head, of course

Uh yea I had to three D my thoughts

That shit mean when these niggas learn

They gonna get creamed or gonna get sturdy

See what this mean or get discouraged

It is rich dreams versus bitch worries

You can get more or you can get nada

You can get Payless you can get Prada

You gonna need paychecks, you gonna need product

Niggas might snitch so heat them up lava

Niggas might schnitzel speaking about rada

Nigga get smoked like the weed in my grabba

Niggas gonna choke up quick when it's grind time

Lying ass niggas tell the truth everytime

I'm speaking from experience from my time

But now my wrist clean my whip dirty

My grip clean my bitch dirty

I get mean and that bitch heard me

Nine with beams and that stick thirty

I got the chopper I got the glock

I'll let it pop you I let it pop

You want to get signed or you want to get shot

I don't say much they're chatting a lot

Talk gangsta, then they want rat on the spot

I'm about the breesh, money, capital, guap

I need a lil uzi I just wanna rocket

They gon try to do me I got it I locked in

Fit probably kill them wait to see the profit