Wrist Watch Lyrics

I make your bitch rock, she like my wristwatch

Orange band on my hand, it's a G-Shock

I keep a bag on me, keep the cameras on me

Fuck your man, you a fan, got the bands on me

Dollar bills in your hand

In my hand Benjamin's

You wanna fuck you a fan

Evidence in the van

Fuck your man I'm the man

Run the team Mr McMahon

Dirty clothes where I began

Got my jacket from Japan now

Got my jacket from Japan now

I make your bitch rock, she like my wristwatch

Orange band on my hand, it's a G-Shock

I keep a bag on me, keep the cameras on me

Fuck your man, you a fan, got the bands on me

Your life on screen, thought I met you in a past life

I can't see no truth, I can't really act right

Everything wrong now, everyday a fight night

Pourin' strong now, sippin' on that dirty Sprite

Cold nights, long hours, yeah

No lights If I want you I might bite

Get it poppin

If I like you, take you shoppin'

Buy you worlds, buy you shit that I be likin'

Yeah

I make your bitch rock, she like my wristwatch

Orange band on my hand, it's a G-Shock

I keep a bag on me, keep the cameras on me

Fuck your man, you a fan, got the bands on me

You ain't go see me, I'm under the streetlights I hide in the shadows, in love with the dark

Since I was young, I been countin' that money up

All of the locals called me Tony Stark

I killed that boy and I done took his heart

I got bodies on bodies, a magnet for thots

Kick on his jaw till his brain go to mush

He can't talk anymore, so he won't be a fuss

Suck on my dick till her jaw be hurtin

Waitin' on the plug, yeah, it kinda irked me

She at home waitin' on me while I'm workin

I'm out with the gang, I'm sellin' that cursive

She's such a ho, she addicted to workin

Saw the look in her eye when I bought her that Birkin

Gotta watch out for the opps, yeah, they all wanna murk me

Probably cause I got all they bitches twerkin