On My Wrist lyrics

by

Rell Vert



[Intro: Rell Vert]
Alright, Lil Vert, b*tch
(Damn, Drako, you made this?)
Alright, Lil Vert, Lil Vert, Lil Vert (King Jay on the beat)
Lil Vert, alright, uh, alright (Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)

[Verse 1: Rell Vert]
We into it with the whole city, it ain't no problem, we bought more switches (Brrt, baow)
The n*ggas I'm into it with, them n*ggas b*tches
A n*gga got shot 'cause a n*gga was snitchin'
What they say? Snitches get stitches (They do)
Wrap a n*gga up like a day in December (Christmas present)
Opps playin' suspect, couldn't be no victim (No victim)
Ridin' four deep in a strike with some switches (Brrt)
He froze with his gun, got striked when we hit him (Ah)
If you run up on me, I'ma ice mе a n*gga (I'm icin')
Big-ass crib, fast cars, we livin' (We livin')
Don't ride fishbowl, my sh*t tintеd
I'll kill a n*gga and a witness (I will)
That n*gga told for a lighter sentence
I hate that they keep sayin' he livin' (He livin', f*ck him)
I know he dead, them killers with me (Brrt)

[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
Black mask, black gloves, everybody suited up (You know that)
You can't hop in this car if you ain't never killed nothin' (Uh-uh)
Ridin', .308s and Dracs, you get hit, ain't gettin' up
DOA, f*ck a stretcher, up-up and above (Brrt, brrt)
Gon' send him to the morgue (You know that, b*tch)
His ass don't got a Glock 'cause his ass couldn't afford it (Damn)
Half these n*ggas be rats, informants (Broke ass)
Pull up and let off seven like Brandon in Portland (Brrt, brrt, you know that)
n*ggas be tough, see us and act cordial (You know that)
And his ass soft, he used to ride horses (Damn)
When I'm walkin' sh*t down, got on black Forces
n*ggas wanna be shottas, but they ass just force it (On gang)
I'm walkin' in the room, Fox screamin' like he got tortured (You know that)
Told the b*tch, "f*ck the baby, go get an abortion"
If I want it, I take it, you gettin' extorted (I need it)
Tryna find some new opps, this sh*t gettin' borin' (It is)
Tryna find a new Glock 'cause this b*tch scorchin' (Ah)
[Verse 3: Rell Vert & Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
The opps on they block, hop out, torch 'em (Brrt)
Did a drill in my 1's and I creased my Forces
If you trap on my block, we extortin'
These n*ggas look weak, need reinforcements
If a n*gga don't spin, then we ain't gon' force it
These n*ggas be lame, goofy, Norbit
Took another n*gga watch, b*tch look like water
I'm runnin' sh*t up just for my daughter
Now I got racks, I'm just gon' spoil her
They say I'm hot like boilin' water
b*tch, f*ck my opps, all in that order
These n*ggas cops, they Law & Order
Locked in with the Mexicans, sh*t come from the border
One opp got drenched, he wet with water (Wet, wet)
I just f*cked a b*tch from Florida
I only want one night, I can't spoil her (Uh)
I don't give no f*ck, b*tch, you ain't my daughter
Mama always told me, "These n*ggas wasn't for you"
I'm buyin' that Bentley 'cause I couldn't afford it (I couldn't)
Used to have me a weak b*tch, now my b*tch foreign
I f*cked all the 'Raq hoes, them b*tches goin' (Them b*tches go, them b*tches bops, you know that, brrt)

[Verse 4: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
Here we go back again (Brrt)
n*ggas speak on the gang just to stay relevant (You know that)
This a 10 milli' Glock, it knock down an elephant (Damn)
Can't get in that car if it don't got tint (You can't)
Them ain't my opps, he got a ghost with a switch
Four-nick' went off, screamin', "Ah, I'm hit" (Brrt, yeah)
I sub, play ball, don't need no pick (Ah)
When I'm on a drill, couple n*ggas got hit (You know that)
Don't want that Glock if it don't got a switch (Brrt, I can't)
Don't want your bop if she don't suck di*k (Uh-huh, I won't)
Rap sh*t goin' up, got my opps sick (I need it)
The Rollie bling-blaow all on my wrist (Bling-blaow)
[Outro: Bloodhound Lil Jeff & Rell Vert]
b*tch, brr
The Rollie bling-blaow all on my wrist, go
Lil Vert, yeah
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