Izzy Jaxon - Wrist (feat. Nxbdy) Lyrics

Wrist, froze
There he goes
Sellin souls
All of my homies are on the trigger
Bout to blow, um
Wrist, froze
There he goes
Sellin souls
All of my homies are on the trigger
Bout to blow, um
Wrist, froze
There he goes
Sellin souls
All of my homies are on the trigger
Bout to blow, um
Wrist, froze
There he goes
Sellin souls
All of my homies are on the trigger
Bout to blow, um

Know some niggas doing time
It's important
Got a brother doing time for some
Money he extorted
Had a .45 on him like his last
Name was Jordan
It's very f*cked up how his
Mother got deported um
And now he's fired up
Like a barber do he finna line em up
Like spongebob shoes
Finna tie him up
Call in the chef we gon' fry him up
All these new niggas keep on showing out
Don't speak on things you don't know about
Lakers-Warriors game we gon
Blow em out
Uncle Phil with the weight we gone throw em out
It's a shame now you can't
Stop the violence
Y'all gimme sour looks I'm just
Being honest
More niggas shoot up
Can't stop the sirens
Hood gon be the same you can't change the climate

80 on my wrist
Hunnid on my wrist
Drose, Pitos, eat those
Don't be mad
I just eat the pussy like it's Fritos
Kill these bitch niggas so it's
Murder all that she wrote
You shoot yo shot and miss from
The free throw
I shoot my shot and I make from
The three point
Roll up on niggas shoot em that's a three joint
I become Mario no that's some bitcoin yeah
Big booty bitch, nigga hit her
From the back
You niggas Kriss Kross
Call it wiggity wack
I got the pack
Speaking all facts
I got the pack
Stay with the stuff so you know I got racks
Rappers is traps
Next to the cheese
I got the drip
So please do not sneeze