My gun your scars, your wrist your calls
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
Yeah that motor be the fastest
All these diamonds dancing on my wrist
You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,
Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit
Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing
Wrists are for bracelets not cutting
Swinging at open wounds at the wrist
You're talking to one of the greatest
Cutting class for the pool
That's the sound of my tool
Ybm and emp it's like we brothers
Cutting behind closed shutters,
I'm cutting you up like a hair salon
I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb
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