Cuddle My Wrist lyrics

[Intro]
(Ahmad, n*gga, what the word is?)

[Chorus]
Hold up, feel like Future, cuddle my wrist
Hop on the stage and rock out that b*tch (Say gang)
I'm in Atlanta, you ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t (Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout)
All of my hoes, they be thick as a b*tch (Say what?)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Okay)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Okay)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Slatt)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Say what?)

[Verse]
All of these hoes basic (f*ck), I don't want none of these hoes (b*tch)
I'm in the backseat smokin' on dope (Backseat, backseat), shawty got a whole lot of dope (Can't tell me sh*t)
Shawty said that she want Nine, shawty got a whole lot of hope (Say what?)
Walk in the b*tch, I'm thе man, shawty, I feel like the Pope (Slatt)
I got thеse racks on me, I got these racks on me (R-r-racks)
I give Posh the stick, I let him blast for me (Boom-boom)
I don't even f*ck these n*ggas, hell nah, I can't pass the weed (Let's go)
All of these n*ggas my sons, and I don't even got no seed (Say what?)
Yeah, y-y-y-Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, I finger the motherf*ckin' pus*y, yeah, yeah (Slatt)
Woah, I finger the motherf*ckin' pus*y, yeah, yeah (Motherf*ckin' pus*y)
Woah, I finger the motherf*ckin' pus*y, yeah, yeah (Say what?)
[Chorus]
Hold up, feel like Future, cuddle my wrist
Hop on the stage and rock out that b*tch (Say gang)
I'm in Atlanta, you ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t (Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout)
All of my hoes, they be thick as a b*tch (Say what?)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Okay)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Okay)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Slatt)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Say what?)

[Outro]
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Slatt)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Say what?)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Slatt)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Say what?)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Slatt)
I feel like Future, I cuddle my wrist (Say what?)