Thouxanbanfauni – Rihanna Wrist lyrics

[Intro]
Rockstar lifestyle, I may not make it
And she say don't forget about me when you make it
Fettuccine plate, with some steak you've never tasted
Philosopher stone, blood diamond bracelets

[Verse]
Rockstar lifestyle, I may not make it
And she say don't forget about me when you make it
Fettuccine plate, with some steak you've never tasted
Philosopher stone, blood diamond bracelets
I don't need no bitch, and I don't need no clique
Your girl ain't even quick, she fucked with me and we just clicked
Shine bright like a diamond, yeah that's all on my wrist
Shine bright like a diamond, I put Rihanna on my fucking wrist
I'm an urban country boy ice tea lemon Brisk
Hotbox the bathroom, it look like a hidden mist
My trap is bunky, metro boomin' junkies, want some more of it
I'm going to state to country, and you internet explorer bitch
You say that's your nigga, he look like a opp
And niggas talking ounces but asking for gram deals when they shopping
Shoutout to my momma, she raised a young man without no pops
You pussy boys tryna fire shots, but you don't call no shots
Fuck having a shooter, be your own shooter
And niggas neck so froze, my ice cream came straight from Bruster's
Dreamcatcher tattoo, she don’t know I’m Freddy Krueger
Left shoulder, right shoulder, common sense, and a fucking tumor
I'm tryna change for the better, I put that on my life
I feel a little try man, I can't let that shit slide
Granddaddy say boy you need to think twice
Thought once
Thought twice
I'm gon' have to let him fly
Gave him a full bar and took all of his shit
And I ain't drug you bitch, nigga it was a sample hit
Niggas might rerock your remix
Contracts I ain't even read yet
All these bitches chea pets
They feelings grow, if they get wet
Plug fuck with me, and all of my people
I'm getting deepthroat, on a speedboat
Your bitch in a speedo
Young bands posted on the deck
My niggas got torpedos
And your niggas ain't even got no shit, boy be Magneto
I'm getting bands and I been losing friends
I'm in a middle relationship with two twins
Ford F150, I don't need no fucking benz
Flying Nimbus cloud, this stick's extendo sticks without no stems [?]
Look I'm so wavy and she hot
She lavagirl and I'm your shark
I can't see you in the dark until I flame it up and spark
All my youngins gon' bark
All my young niggas gon' bark
Hickeys on your bitch neck
That's just a curse mark
And she say I wish you stop drinking Actavis
She know I'm off that shit, but she just can't know bout it
Anything to live lavish, get money, add it
Two bags full of bands in my motherfucking attic (I'm a motherfucking addict)