Yeat – My wrist Lyrics

Yeat My wrist Lyrics, Yeat & Young Thug My wrist Lyrics

Look at my wrist
Look at my fist
Look at my bitch (aye)
Look at my whips
Look at her lips, matching my drip (aye)
Shawty can tell
I been getting cash, by the tips (hey)
Look at my rolls
Look at the rims, and they on slicks (skrrrt)
Just look at this dime
Look at her friends (aye)
Look at my bitch
Ass and her titties (aye)
Shawty couldn’t take it
Went to licking my lips (aye)
Bitch, wait till we get to the house we in back of the lyft (Yeah, yeah)

Go to the store get some drinks and some more rubber bands (yeah yeah)
I couldn’t wait I went sipping it outta the can (Yeah)
This is a fetish I’m keeping some hotels wherever I’m staying (yeah)
Pockets on lettuce and radish and blue cheese, no ranch
You want that Patek (yes)
You got to run it up, run it up, run up
Hand me my bag
She want it hard like Hannah Montana (woo)
I don’t need no tag
They went there mild
They when there
Bounce back, they drown the spot (Yeah)
I was on hype, Travis Scott I might
Never lie, don’t cry
Eat a ounce at night
I can’t lie, I’m shiesty
Talked a lot not signing
Ace of Spades gold diamonds
Michael Jackson in his prime, bitch
And I’m bad

Look at my wrists
Look at my bitch
The diamonds they kiss
Ahhhhh
I’m splittin’ that twig
I’m splittin’ they wig
Ahhhhh
Pull up in mosh pit
On rock shit
Ahhh

I’m in London with that shank
Gon’ and get you sliced up
My money enormous
It’s not normal
It’s so tall
And fuck what you said
You a lil’ bitch
You can’t come ball
Everything dead
Suckin’ that gas
Took it and lost
I was just dripped
Shoppin lil’ bitch, now you at the Ross

I was just swervin’ and dabbin’
Ah yeah, you a bitch, outside they cost
How my money ain’t fuck up
Night time AMs
Bitch, I’m the boss
Fuck what you say
Lil bitch, yeah, yeah
Mufuckin’ loss
Everyone rockin’ with me is rich as fuck
‘Cause i put up my dogs
Look at my wrist
Look at my Reese Pieces
Diamond vvs’s pieces
Smackin, hittin every season (Woah)
Watch what you say lil’ bitch
I’m Perco- feenin’
Perco- dreamin’
Riding ’round this bitch
I feel like Percodemic

Look at my wrist
Look at my fist
Look at my bitch (aye)
Look at my whips
Look at her lips, matching my drip (aye)
Shawty can tell
I been getting cash, by the tips (hey)
Look at my rolls
Look at the rims, and they on slicks (Woo)
Just look at this dime
Look at her friends (aye)
Look at my bitch
Ass and her titties (aye)
Shawty couldn’t take it
Went to licking my lips (aye)
Bitch, wait til we get to the house we in back of the lyft (Yeah, yeah)

    Lyrics Details:

  • Written by: Yeat, Young Thug
  • Album: My wrist
  • Released: 2023