Frank Mayson - Wrist Wrist lyrics

[Hook: Frank Mayson] Hand in the air, I'm leaving there, to show that I'm winning (wrist wrist) I'm popping a wheelie (wrist) Pop up and go get it (wrist wrist) Pots on the stove, you know what that for, my n***as is cooking (wrist wrist) Bowls of the loud, sour so stinky, bails of the midgy (flip flip) My hand's in the air (we winning) My hand's in the air (wrist wrist) My hand's in the air (wooo) My hand's in the air (getting it) My hand's in the air (wrist wrist) My hand's in the air my hand's in the air Hand's in the air (getting it getting it) My hand's in the air hand's in the air [Verse 1: Frank Mayson] I know that I'm next Got money got power that come with respect Don't punch in no hours but got me a check And I'm smoking that sour relieving the stress (that kush) Get me some s**, then hop on a jet Out of town with the plug while I'm making a play I know jugg and finnesse Got a spot on the west, got a spot on the east Got a spot on the north that I keep super clean I don't sh** where I sleep You know we act differently, you know you ain't sh** to me I know you was sick of me, 'cause your b**h get the dick from me My yungin just got 32 in a clip on the end of a womper Run up he gone romp ya, run through you like Tonka Pray to the lord, we ain't got problems 'cause sh** can violent f** it I'm riding, go ahead try us, we starting a riot (riot) [Hook: Frank Mayson] Hand in the air, I'm leaving there, to show that I'm winning (wrist wrist) I'm popping a wheelie (wrist) Pop up and go get it (wrist wrist) Pots on the stove, you know what that for, my n***as is cooking (wrist wrist) Bowls of the loud, sour so stinky, bails of the midgy (flip flip) My hand's in the air (we winning) My hand's in the air (wrist wrist) My hand's in the air (wooo) My hand's in the air (getting it) My hand's in the air (wrist wrist) My hand's in the air my hand's in the air Hand's in the air (getting it getting it) My hand's in the air my hand's in the air [Verse 2: Frank Mayson] Damn Frank stunting, trap stay bunking Should of seen them when I pulled the CLS 500 I lost a few homies trying to get the money, lost a few b**hes trying to get the money That's the risk you take when you getting chips, now a n***a rich, can't take it from me Fast life, that's all I know, drive thru and cop a combo You want the number 9, thats a Rondo, you got 28, I let the pound go I got shatter wax, something real potent, for the real smoker, 7 for the O Make no mistake, better keep it straight, if you trying to take it you a Jon Doe You n***as ain't it, my n***as the sh** put that on my click Cash out on a whip, probably f**ing ya b**h, put that on my dick They say that we'd fall (they say that we'd fall) We talked to The Lord Sallats to Allah And prayed that we ball we ready for war What sh** is you on (what sh** is you on) When them waters get muddy There ain't no hiding my n***as we dive in Real life survivors, through hard times we grinding Couple spots at the table, break bread when we eat, but you not invited You watch right behind us, 'cause you not a rider [Hook: Frank Mayson] Hand in the air, I'm leaving there, to show that I'm winning (wrist wrist) I'm popping a wheelie (wrist) Pop up and go get it (wrist wrist) Pots on the stove, you know what that for, my n***as is cooking (wrist wrist) Bowls of the loud, sour so stinky, bails of the midgy (flip flip) My hand's in the air (we winning) My hand's in the air (wrist wrist) My hand's in the air (wooo) My hand's in the air (getting it) My hand's in the air (wrist wrist) My hand's in the air my hand's in the air Hand's in the air (getting it getting it) My hand's in the air my hand's in the air