LOOK AT MY WRIST lyrics

[Intro: Joey Purp]
Yeah
Young Purple man
Yeah
Gang gang
Gang gang

[Verse 1: Joey Purp]
First off, y'all ain't f*ck with me
So please don't expect me to f*ck with y'all
Last year was all making friends
My n*gga, this year I'm getting money, though
Rolling one while I'm smoking one
I'm already high, you know how that go
Lot of n*ggas putting up shots
But we the only ones getting buckets, though
I'm like, "f*ck it, though"
Funny how they was funny-style just a year ago
Back then, they didn't want me
Now I'm hot, b*tch, Mike Jones
Nonstop, b*tches sucking, f*cking, sending pictures
I could put my n*ggas on
Never pictured all of this
When we was getting chips and cheese out the cornerstore
Flashback, like, twelve years old
Young as f*ck, already know the code
n*ggas wildin' for the cheddar cheese
Westside to Cabrini Green
n*ggas parking lot pimping, catching P's
Got supply? Well, I got the need
We got loose squares, crack, dope, pills
White tees, weed, lean, DVDs
We got everything, holla at me, n*gga, what you need?
21 with them leather seats, 17 with the plasma screen
Cluckers get your ass a wedding ring
Dreaming 'bout the problems money bring
When you used to not having sh*t, young n*ggas brag about everything
[Hook: Joey Purp]
Like, damn, look at my wrist, dog
Damn, look at my b*tch, dog
Damn, look at my crib, dog
Damn, look at how I live, dog
Damn, I be getting fits off
Damn, look at my rims, dog
Damn look at my whip, dog
Look at all this f*ck sh*t
Damn, look at my wrist, dog
Damn, look at my b*tch, dog
Damn, look at my crib, dog
Damn, look at how I live, dog
Damn, I be getting fits off
Damn, look at my rims, dog
Tired of all that f*ck sh*t, gang gang

[Verse 2: Cdot Huncho]
(Huncho! Huncho! Huncho!)
New b*tch let me slide right in there
I'm that n*gga now you might've been
And my Sprite probably violet
b*tch with me staying solid
Folks and them pushing up, it get violent
Blacked-out, sh*t frightening
High and fly like a pilot
Get more jaws than a trident
And I took lil' b*tch from an island
Still, I'll play her like a violin
And that guap on me, I ain't hiding
Folks and them get the call and they sliding
Two-door whip, super heavy, I'm flying
Make songs, ribeyes and mac on the side
Fendi color interior of my ride
Watch the interior, straight from Nigeria
Whole lot of money go straight to material sh*t
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Expensive-ass burgers, I ain't on that cereal sh*t
n*ggas still talking, they walking
Know Rock got a hundred
I'll probably go get him right quick
We could just end this right quick
Your hoe just asked, "Could she see me right quick?"
Hold up, I'm finna go hit her right quick
[Hook: Joey Purp]
Like, damn, look at my wrist, dog
Damn, look at my b*tch, dog
Damn, look at my crib, dog
Damn, look at how I live, dog
Damn, I be getting fits off
Damn, look at my rims, dog
Damn look at my whip, dog
Look at all this f*ck sh*t
Damn, look at my wrist, dog
Damn, look at my b*tch, dog
Damn, look at my crib, dog
Damn, look at how I live, dog
Damn, I be getting fits off
Damn, look at my rims, dog
Tired of all that— Tired of all that— Tired of all that—