Wrist - HDBeenDope

Wrist, wrist, wrist motion

Wrist, wrist 'til I’m gone away

Pack a pocket 'til it’s swollen

Checking’s hitting I’ma ball today

Seven figures got me yawning

They ain’t give it now we on to eight

Push a renty like it’s stolen

Been a minute, but we on the way

Fuck that BeenDope I’m back in the bitch

They ain’t leave but I’m back with the clique

Feed the Gs, got the pack on my six

Hundred Gs is like Ac if I sip

Nigga please

I am back with the motion

Seventeen had the pack I was posting

Never seen it, was no to the notion

Suddenly they like «What's the commotion?»

Double dollars

Got right the mystery

Hanging on history

Feel like a victory

Look like a vic

Lincoln gon' link with me

Jackson gon' link with me

Grant he gon' link with me

Benji gon' link with me

All of my options turn to a profit

I see 'em watching looking to opt in

When it get popping, can’t hold your spot

Even when I’m exhausted

Wrist, wrist, wrist motion

Wrist, wrist 'til I’m gone away

Pack a pocket 'til it’s swollen

Checking’s hitting I’ma ball today

Seven figures got me yawning

They ain’t give it now we on to eight

Push a renty like it’s stolen

Been a minute, but we on the way

Run 'til the numbers abundant

Run 'til I’m one, 'til I’m one with the hundreds

Run 'til the summers are summing up

To be more than we wanted

Son in the sun and it’s funded

All from the love of the dungeon

Fall and I’m up to the summit

Niggas be talking, I vomit

Sick when you say what you wanted

Never did nothing to plan it

You thinking everything handed

Fuck it, I’m back to the branding

BeenDope on every canvas

Fiddle for niggas that landed

Back when you backed and abandoned

Said that it’s nothing of status

Woo

Look at me, where the dollars at?

All a sudden I’m a solemn act

Ain’t no talking, I’ma holla back

Fuck up off my line

Yeah

I’m too busy for the time that you wasting

Shit get tricky niggas hiding they vacant

We need fifty so no matter the day it’s

Wrist, wrist, wrist motion

Wrist, wrist 'til I’m gone away

Pack a pocket 'til it’s swollen

Checking’s hitting I’ma ball today

Seven figures got me yawning

They ain’t give it now we on to eight

Push a renty like it’s stolen

Been a minute, but we on the way

That shiny shit don’t mean nothing to me

You know why

All these niggas got fake diamonds on?

That shit be shiny as a motherfucka, but them real VVS’s

When you take them diamonds out and shit like that

That shit don’t, that shit don’t come correct, what happen nigga?

You whittle nigga

You whittle in the dust

So you gotta put the groundwork in first

You gotta grind before you shine in real life

You get what I’m saying?

So I don’t give a fuck niggas that wanna shine on

Get that shit away from me

I don’t like shiny suits nigga