TQ - Flooded Wrist Lyrics

(Baik roll that gas up)
Aye
Uh
(Ouuu this expensive)
No cap

I roll up a wood of some cherry gelato and then I take off hit the throttle
Just met a bad bitch she's an Instagram model
I'm finna make her gag then swallow
Ain't doing no stressing lil hoe I been flexing I feel like Johnny Bravo
My tea is from Texas I pour up a four right out that baby bottle
I finish my cup and go under
Uh
I'm like CP with that thunder
Uh
These niggas can't see me and wonder
How the fuck this nigga doing these numbers
I tell em don't trip know I'm getting my grip
Big fire sitting on my hip
Nigga think I ain't strapped
Nigga thinking I'm cap know my shit cocked like tip

Just look at my bitch she gutta
Look at my wrist it's flooded
Nigga thinking I'm cocky
He probably wanna pop me
But I know my bitches love it
Just look at my bitch she gutta
Look at my wrist it's flooded
Nigga thinking I'm cocky
He probably wanna pop me
But I know my bitches love it

I know these bitches love me like I'm Drizzy I'm just tryna run up a milli
Niggas sit back and watch me pop my shit like meek be popping them wheelies
We ain't got no woods that's cool I'll just stuff me a Titan Philly
Can't be with no weak hoe
Gotta have cheeks you know I like em pretty
Small waist long hair that's her
Fashionova jeans slide with the fur
I fuck with lil shawty cause she understands that this money gone always come first
Say it's beef I ain't tryna converse
Lil baby shooting shit like Kerr
Think it's bad then it's gone get worse
Baby glock sitting in her purse

Just look at my bitch she gutta
Look at my wrist it's flooded
Nigga thinking I'm cocky
He probably wanna pop me
But I know my bitches love it
Just look at my bitch she gutta
Look at my wrist it's flooded
Nigga thinking I'm cocky
He probably wanna pop me
But I know my bitches love it
On god