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Kenny Turnup

"Break My Wrist"

[Hook: Rich the Kid]
I'ma break my f*cking wrist in the water n*gga
Trap house got bricks, take an order n*gga
We do not take any disrespect
I'm finally rich, now I got a check
No janitor, n*gga got keys
I'm in Cali, smoking real good weed
And I'm still screaming f*ck 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*cked around and cost a Vet
Choppining the top on a two seater, got your b*tch 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*ggas 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*gga
I don't ever need a break n*gga
I know I got what it take n*gga
Used to eat them noodles, now it's steak n*gga
I've been sice a youngin' I was dope
b*tches around here (?) like (?)
n*gga all I really had was hope
I got it in the boat and (?)

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[Verse 2: OG Maco]
I'ma break my wrist, lookin' at this pot
Pyrex on that b*tch, 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*ckin' G
I don't know about these n*ggas, they ain't ever trap with me
And I bet I make that wrist work
And I bet I made your b*tch hurt
She gon' walk until her feet hurt
I'ma walk and these Giuseppes nurse it

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[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*cking whack
J $tash, you know man, he been had them f*cking racks
Popping hundreds and twenties just for the Gram
Got me a piece and that b*tch go for twenty grand
Bussing five a week, so I need a hundred grand
n*gga I'm still street, them crackers won't understand
Road running, getting show money
In the fast lane n*gga, never slow money
Got n*ggas, jackboys to take your money
They beat a n*gga ass like he stole something
f*ck all that fronting, you ain't on to nothing
How you talking money but ain't never stunting?
Your b*tch say she horny, she want me I'm f*cking
f*cking on that pus*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 (?)

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