Sweater On My Wrist

You can't walk a mile in this Bezel, you get robbed for it

Bitches always actin' like they loyal, but they all goin

Its levels to this shit, you think you better than me, bitch

My heart colder than my wrist, I need a sweater on my shit

Paided cash, gone and pop that seal and pour that drank up

Making racks, I just popped this pill, ho, I can't lay up, uh

Loaded up, too many of these damn switches inside this G Ride

Since knee high got too many damn 5s inside this B-Hive

Birkin' bag, no, I can't buy you shit, so, girl, I know you mad

Hundred grand, stuffed inside these denims im tryna buy me land

Tried to stay away from that drank, but I still be sippin

Tried to cross me out, why the fuck I keep rockin' Christians

I had stayed down in my trap, cause I had traffic

I would swing that door with that fn it hold 20

Gangstas in all forms, I'm just rockin' my all hoodie, empty

Out my clip, but my stick hold some more bullets

Tried to warn them boys, but they aint listen

How the hell you think these people came up missin'

Tired of arguing bae, if it helps, just keep your distance

No direction, I'll get you right, fuck with my pimpin

Pallbearer, too much damn money, I might bury that Cartier

They gon' stop and stare you see them diamonds in it

Bently truck, super suited up, plus these windows tented

Bullet proof i rock Tom Ford, cause they hater proof

Paided cash, gone and pop that seal and pour that drank up

Making racks, I just popped this pill, ho, I can't lay up, uh

Loaded up, too many of these damn switches inside this gride

Since nee high got too many damn 5s inside this B-Hive

Birkin' bag, no, I can't buy you shit, so, girl, I know you mad

Hundred grand, stuffed inside these denims im tryna buy me land

Tryed to stay away from that drank, but I still be sippin

Tryed to cross me out, why the fuck I keep rockin' Christians

Black ones on me, I'm not trippin' bout goin' on missions

He been poppin' off, gotta pay that boy a hard visit

We been gettin' money, ten summers Ray Charles see it

Peso died I wish he survive, it's a scared feelin

Going through some shit, you do some shit it Boomerang

Fifty yards or better, that's my shooter range

Kit inside my track, I almost blew the brain

Miyah, Paris, Londyn, Queen, that's all my daughter named

I swear to fuckin' God, that's how my daughter name

Uh, bald head, gotta fuck with Dra, straight out that West End

Bitches, call, gotta foward that call, send you a message

Tryna set me up, these bitches tellin

Fuck around and beat that case, ain't catch me sellin

Paided cash, gone and pop that seal and pour that drank up

Making racks, I just popped this pill, ho, I can't lay up, uh

Loaded up, too many of these damn switches inside this G-Ride

Since nee high got too many damn 5s inside this B-Hive

Birkin' bag, no, I can't buy you shit, so, girl, I know you mad

Hundred grand, stuffed inside these denims im tryna buy me land

Tryed to stay away from that drank, but I still be sippin

Tryed to cross me out, why the fuck I keep rockin' Christians

You can't walk a mile in this Bezel, you get robbed for it

Bitches always actin' like they loyal, but they all goin

Its levels to this shit, you think you better than me, bitch

My heart colder than my wrist, I need a sweater on my shitt