​tapeonmywrist* lyrics

[Intro - DJ MDG]
Ted? Who's that?

[Chorus - tedonthebeat]
Uh, I feel like ruining my life
f*ck with me, know my homies got a knife
Your sh*t wack, think I'm gonna take your wife
Turning up, realest one up in the light
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich b*tch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich b*tch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich b*tch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich b*tch

[Verse 1 - tedonthebeat]
Switch it up, I guess Teddy never miss
Flowin' on my track, b*tch you know I made the beat
Leave you full of holes like a cheese, that swiss
My car full of hoes, and they guys, that's sweet
Uh, go too hard, I got a headache
7 albums, all that sh*t just for the fans, ay
Never left my prime, you can't call me Drake
I'm stealin' a line, man they thought I was-
I don't even think about it
Commit a crime every day when I murder this beat
Can't even dream about it
And I can't blow up, lettin' y'all gatekeep
Thirty minutes all I need, go ahead make a new hit
Hundred bands for the beat, and you know that's me
First song of the year, and I'm leaving it for cheap
I can't rhyme, bout to hit you with a (Bleep)
Thirty minutes all I need, go ahead make a new hit
Hundred bands for the beat, and you know that's me
First song of the year, and I'm leaving it for cheap
I always switch the sound, Teddy takin' a new leap
[Chorus - tedonthebeat, Young Wuffy, DJ MDG]
Uh, I feel like ruining my life
f*ck with me, know my homies got a knife
Your sh*t wack, think I'm gonna take your wife
Turning up, realest one up in the light
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich b*tch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich b*tch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich b*tch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich b*tch (Uh) Ted, you're stupid

[Verse 2 - Young Wuffy]
Sent that b*tch home with a limp, huh
Sent that b*tch home with a limp, uh
Sent that b*tch home with a limp, know what I'm saying?
Man, these hoes, I'm a pimp
Like, we really be doing that sh*t
Like, we really be droppin' them hits
If he talkin' that sh*t he get hit
Glock a (BOOM)
And that b*tch got a di*k
That b*tch is a nut, why the f*ck would I hit?
And that b*tch is a hoe, she's a sl*t
There's not even one reason why I should f*ck
If you walk down know we better put your gun up
And I'm never goin' down, b*tch, I'm going up
That lil b*tch want me to pay for her lashes
If you wanna race, we can see who the fastest
Smokin' them opps, b*tch I'm smoking they ashes
And Ted cookin' up but he don't use a pot
If he talk down he get smoked like some pot
[?] down the lot
He tried to run but that n got got
And Ted go crazy every time that he drop