Where's Your Wristband Lyrics

I'm high as fuck right now, got on a jetpack

I made it out the trench where most these niggas get' left at

You know I'm Slam-A-Slut Rec Rec

Was fuckin hoes before Snapchat

Still sneakin' shit through TSA

Where the fuck Mexx at

Play it cool when you with members, boy, I let you use my guest pass

I tell bro, hit you in your head, he sendin' shit all through your mustache

I was grindin', missin' all the fun shit Fat say, keep doin' what you doin

You gon' get us all rich

Don't see me makin' no excuses

Got back from them losses, cause I'm a fuckin' dog

I be wonderin' why people call my phone and I don't fuck with them

Bitch, I'm ballin', I just use the dog shit as a basketball

Bitches foul a blow you leave, same day and blow another one

I ain't have no whip, look now my verses worth a cullinan

Right now I'm the torch, can grab a pan without no oven mitt

I be chillin', make me mad, they get to sayin, I'm on some other shit

You 25 plus Old still rockin' your brother's shit

Can't get off on me, I've been through all this shit, I know what come with it

Been a took the bitch you love, get the scratchin' off her bucket list

Better not touch my phone unless you want your eyes like it's onions in it

Got some niggas from the raq, they in L.A., I'm gettin' money with them

I'm high as fuck right now, got on a jetpack

I made it out the trench where most these niggas get' left at

You know I'm Slam-A-Slut Rec Rec

Was fuckin hoes before Snapchat

Still sneakin' shit through TSA

Where the fuck Mexx at

Play it cool when you with members, boy, I let you use my guest pass

I tell bro, hit you in your head, he sendin' shit all through your mustache

I was grindin', missin' all the fun shit Fat say, keep doin' what you doin

You gon' get us all rich