Break My Wrist

[Hook: Rich the Kid] I'ma break my fucking wrist in the water nigga Trap house got bricks, take an order nigga We do not take any disrespect I'm finally rich, now I got a check No janitor, nigga got keys I'm in Cali, smoking real good weed And I'm still screaming fuck you pay me Drop top Benz like I'm ridin' in the 80s [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] I don't do two over disrespect Four twenty-seven chain around my neck Breaking my wrist, damn them diamonds so heavy, my watch been fucked around and cost a Vet Choppining the top on a two seater, got your bitch with me and she counting checks Light them blunts back to back like cigarettes Whip it, whip it, whip it 'til my wrist get wet Trap jumping like it's (?) Got a couple niggas that can take your order Migos get it right across the border Stacking all this cash, I'ma money holder I ain't really with that kind of soda Balling like a (?) Flexing like the arm on baking soda Serving through the burglar bars cause I don't know ya I've been humble for a plate nigga I don't ever need a break nigga I know I got what it take nigga Used to eat them noodles, now it's steak nigga I've been sice a youngin' I was dope Bitches around here (?) like (?) Nigga all I really had was hope I got it in the boat and (?) [Hook] [Verse 2: OG Maco] I'ma break my wrist, lookin' at this pot Pyrex on that bitch, and I cannot stop Where is all the cut? So I can make the rocks Hop off in my car, pull up on the block Oh my God, oh my God, prices low Get it and go Oh my God, oh my God, prices high But you gone buy And we had to tax, me and Pablo tax free I got good guys with me Many shawtys and an Uzi, you can get a whole clip for the free I'm a real fuckin' G I don't know about these niggas, they ain't ever trap with me And I bet I make that wrist work And I bet I made your bitch hurt She gon' walk until her feet hurt I'ma walk and these Giuseppes nurse it [Hook] [Verse 3: J $tash] Don't need to work, I'ma run it back We still need work but I wanna rap (?), you don't gotta trap All of you rappers to me is so fucking whack J $tash, you know man, he been had them fucking racks Popping hundreds and twenties just for the Gram Got me a piece and that bitch go for twenty grand Bussing five a week, so I need a hundred grand Nigga I'm still street, them crackers won't understand Road running, getting show money In the fast lane nigga, never slow money Got niggas, jackboys to take your money They beat a nigga ass like he stole something Fuck all that fronting, you ain't on to nothing How you talking money but ain't never stunting? Your bitch say she horny, she want me I'm fucking Fucking on that pussy while my music bumping Trapping and trapping, my dawgs they be strapping I'm splurging I'm splurging, now watch your reaction When I hit the scene it's just lights, camera, action Not talking about (?) cause I give (?) I could be spazzing Picked up in fashion Diamonds are diamonds, my chains be flashing (?), got me a mansion My (?) [Hook]