Rich Forever Music - Break My Wrist lyrics

[Hook: Rich the Kid] I'ma break my f**ing wrist in the water n***a Trap house got bricks, take an order n***a We do not take any disrespect I'm finally rich, now I got a check No janitor, n***a got keys I'm in Cali, smoking real good weed And I'm still screaming f** 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 f**ed around and cost a Vet Choppining the top on a two seater, got your b**h 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 n***as 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 n***a I don't ever need a break n***a I know I got what it take n***a Used to eat them noodles, now it's steak n***a I've been sice a youngin' I was dope b**hes around here (?) like (?) n***a 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 b**h, 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 f**in' G I don't know about these n***as, they ain't ever trap with me And I bet I make that wrist work And I bet I made your b**h 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 f**ing whack J $tash, you know man, he been had them f**ing racks Popping hundreds and twenties just for the Gram Got me a piece and that b**h go for twenty grand Bussing five a week, so I need a hundred grand n***a I'm still street, them crackers won't understand Road running, getting show money In the fast lane n***a, never slow money Got n***as, jackboys to take your money They beat a n***a a** like he stole something f** all that fronting, you ain't on to nothing How you talking money but ain't never stunting? Your b**h say she horny, she want me I'm f**ing f**ing on that p**y 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]