Wrist Work Lyrics – Duvy
Singer: Duvy
Title: Wrist Work
(Beat it up, Bavaro)
(Ayo, this sh#t go dummy, dummy)
Okay
‘Fore you check me out, come see what my wrist ’bout
Wrist work, my dawg the reason that n#gg# slumped over
Still on the block, it ain’t over, oh-yeah
Just make it or it’s death
She replay in my head
Before I think ’bout switchin’, I think ’bout caliber, want hit him up with switch
Hit him up, we dip
I tell my bro, “Kill, this ain’t none, this apart of business”
sh#t might end, but that loyalty sh#t be endless
Oh, yeah-yeah, my brother told me, “Get digits”
sh#t be crazy, they tryna leave us in the trenches
My dawg get picky, right beside me, quick to bang stick
They ask how I get it, they know that I got it
This that grind, b#tch
Oh, yeah-yeah, stuck up on my mind, b#tch
We smokin’ dead opps on dead opps, this sh#t be timeless
My dawg tried to leave the stick, hell nah, I had to remind him
I know they offended, I got that sh#t on me
Say you love me, you don’t mean it
My brother went right in, they’re right beside him
Turn their block to silent, yeah
I lost my brothers, that sh#t got me pissed
Broken hearted, trench got me, I’m being honest
We swipe their block, you know we had to clean it
Yeah, we gotta watch for Mr. Clean, yeah
And I’m slimin’ with my demon
And I’m slimin’ with my demon
Hit that block, and get ’em gone
We smoked your homie, now he gone
We ride around in foreign cars
g#dd#mn, man down
You can’t see your homie now
Smokin’ opps right by the pound
He got hyped up, now he in the ground
Draco, give you a halo
That’s a case closed, these guys ain’t up
f#ck your main hoe, then she gotta go
b#tch, I’m on the road and I’m chasin’ dope
‘Fore you check me out, come see what my wrist ’bout
Wrist work, my dawg the reason that n#gg# slumped over
Still on the block, it ain’t over, oh-yeah
Just make it or it’s death
She replay in my head
Before I think ’bout switchin’, I think ’bout caliber, want hit him up with switch
Hit him up, we dip
I tell my bro, “Kill, this ain’t none, this apart of business”
sh#t might end, but that loyalty sh#t be endless
Oh, yeah-yeah, my brother told me, “Get digits”
sh#t be crazy, they tryna leave us in the trenches
My dawg get picky, right beside me, quick to bang stick
They ask how I get it, they know that I got it
This that grind, b#tch
Oh, yeah-yeah, stuck up on my mind, b#tch
We smokin’ dead opps on dead opps, this sh#t be timeless
My dawg tried to leave the stick, hell nah, I had to remind him
I know they offended, I got that sh#t on me
Say you love me, you don’t mean it
My brother went right in, they’re right beside him
Turn their block to silent, yeah
I lost my brothers, that sh#t got me pissed
Broken hearted, trench got me, I’m being honest
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