Broke My Wrist lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
(Ahem)
Damn, why you flex like this? (Lil Pump)
Lil Pump, trapper of the century (Ooh, ayy)
(Ronny J produced it)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Damn, why you flex like this? (Ooh)
Damn, why you flex like this? (Ayy)
Johnny Dang on my wrist (Johnny)
Johnny Dang on my wrist (Ayy)
Lil Pump got them bricks (Brr)
Lil Pump got them bricks (Bricks)
I just broke my wrist (Ooh)
I just broke my wrist (Ooh)
I just broke my wrist, ooh
I just broke my wrist, ooh
I just broke my wrist, ooh (Lil Pump)
I just broke my wrist, ooh
Lil Pump got them bricks, ooh
Damn, why you flex like this? Ooh
Johnny Dang on my wrist, ooh (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Johnny Dang on my wrist

[Verse 1: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp]
Ooh, Lil Pump f*cks your sister, damn
Found that b*tch on Twitter, damn
Wrist on, wrist on, wrist on, wrist on... (Ooh)
Never take a b*tch to a dinner (Never)
Lil Pump in the White House (Woo)
Made White House turn to a trap house (Woo)
Real trap n*gga, I'm from down south (Trap)
n*ggas mad at me 'cause they ain't got clout (Clout)
f*ck school, n*gga, I rather sell pounds (Ooh)
If we got beef, we can meet right now
If we got beef, we can meet right now (Yeah)
If we got beef, we can meet right now (Yeah, ayy)
[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
Twenty thousand on my pinky ring
Diamonds never stain, lookin' like cocaine (I don't even care)
I'ma stack this money higher, higher (Yeah)
Get flyer, flyer, get higher, higher (Yeah, okay)
I'ma run this check higher, higher (Yeah, yeah)
Get flyer, flyer, get higher, higher (Yeah, okay)
Twenty thousand on my pinky ring (Yeah, oh, what?)
Thirty thousand on a f*ckin' chain (Yeah, okay)
Ooh, I just broke my back
Ooh, Lil Pump still sell crack (Okay)
Diamonds dancin' like they Lil Kim
With no VIP, posted in the back (Uh)
n*ggas sayin' Lil Purpp a goofy, Lil Purpp a goofy
He ain't hittin' licks (Hey, shut that sh*t up)
But I still f*ck your b*tch (Whack)
Then I'ma hit the lick (Yuh)
I just been playin' with n*ggas that don't even charge
I bought a prescription (Yeah-huh)
Diamonds dancin', gold teeth glistenin' (Yuh)
n*ggas gettin' shot like addiction (Yuh)
f*ck n*gga talkin' down on me (What?)
I got real shooters, down, homie (Okay)
Put fifty bands on a head
Get a n*gga whacked like my name Kony (Alright)
Ooh, I just broke my wrist (Yuh)
Ooh, I just broke my wrist
Ooh, I just broke my wrist (Yuh)
Ooh, scrape the pot, we rich (Ooh)
Ooh, I just broke my wrist (Oh, what?)
Ooh, I just broke my wrist (Yuh)
Ooh, made her bend her back (Ooh)
Ooh, then she broke her rib (Oh, what?)