Look At My Wrist - Joey Purp, Cdot Honcho

Yeah

Young Purple man

Yeah

Gang gang

Gang gang

First off y’all ain’t fuck with me

So please don’t expect me to fuck with y’all

Last year was all making friends

My nigga this year I’m getting money though

Rolling one while I’m smoking one

I’m already high you know how that go

Lotta niggas putting up shots

But we the only ones getting buckets though

I’m like fuck it though

Funny how they was funny style just a year ago

Back then they didn’t want me

Now I’m hot, bitch, Mike Jones

Nonstop bitches suckin', fuckin', sending pictures

I could put my niggas on, never pictured all of this

When we was getting chips and cheese out the corner store

Flashback like twelve years old

Young as fuck already know the code

Niggas wildin' for the cheddar cheese

Westside to Cabrini green

Niggas parking lot pimpin' catching P’s

Got supply?

Well I got the need

We got loose squares, crack, dope, pills

White tee’s, weed, lean, DVDs

We got everything, holla at me, nigga, what you need?

21 with them leather seats, 17 with the plasma screen

Cluckers get your ass a wedding ring

Dreaming about the problems money bring

When you used to not having shit

Young niggas brag about everything

Like damn look at my wrist dog, damn look at my bitch dog

Damn look at my crib dog, damn look at how I live dog

Damn I be I be getting fits off, damn look at my rims dog

Damn look at my whip dog, look at all this fuck shit

Damn look at my wrist dog, damn look at my bitch dog

Damn look at my crib dog, damn look at how I live dog

Damn I be I be getting fits off, damn look at my rims dog

Tired of all that fuck shit, gang gang

(Huncho! Huncho! Huncho!)

New bitch let me slide right in there

I’m that nigga now you might’ve been

And my sprite probably violet

Bitch with me staying solid

Folks and them pushing up it get violent

Blacked out shit frightening

High and fly like a pilot

Get more jaws than a trident

And I took lil bitch from an island

Still I’ll play her like a violin

And that guap on me I ain’t hiding

Folks and them get the call and they sliding

Two door whip super heavy I’m flying

Make songs, ribeyes and Mac on the side

Fendi color interior of my ride

Watch the interior, straight from Nigeria

Whole lot of money go straight to material shit

Expensive ass burgers, I ain’t on that cereal shit

Niggas still talking they walking

Know Rock got a hundred I’ll probably go get him right quick

We could just end this right quick

Your hoe just asked could she see me right quick

Hold up I’m finna go hit her right quick

Like damn look at my wrist dog, damn look at my bitch dog

Damn look at my crib dog, damn look at how I live dog

Damn I be I be getting fits off, damn look at my rims dog

Damn look at my whip dog, look at all this fuck shit

Damn look at my wrist dog, damn look at my bitch dog

Damn look at my crib dog, damn look at how I live dog

Damn I be I be getting fits off, damn look at my rims dog

Damn look at my whip dog, damn look at my rims dog

Tired of all that, tired of all that, tired of all that