Cy - Risk 4 A Wrist Lyrics

Standin' on top of them California hills, really, I gave me the chills
My mind a lil' different, been puttin' my bag for a bitch, I don't know what his deal
Been sippin' for real, been dealin' for real, damn, I been feelin' for real
Been feelin' like f*ck it with niggas, you ain't boutta bag, I don't want you around me
Been chasin' that shit like Jadavion Clowney, f*ck around, put out a bounty
Been smokin' so much, I ain't clearin' my lungs with the smoke ever clear, I keep lightin
It's a fight that I fight and keep fightin', I'ma make me a hit and go diamond
Buss down Cartier Diamonds, take me a trip out the island
I might bag me a bitch, I might go out Medellin , take me a trip, meet the eses
If that shit bout a bag, I'ma go cross the globe, I can really give a f*ck what the bitch say
I'ma take me a risk for a wrist, ayy, I'ma take me a risk to get rich, ayy
At the end of the day, if you don't got no money, how the f*ck you gon' bag you a bitch man
And a lot of you niggas is bitch made, put you're hoes before money a mistakes
They gon' choose for the gang and they f*ck on the gang and I bet they gon' do what the gang say
Like Durk boy survive by the gang way I chase with my brother forever, we make papa
This life is for us, we gon' toast it to Bentley, Batangas and Porsche and Roadsters
Yeah, this life is for me, wavy just like Nova Scotia
And they wan hear from me damn man Cy why you holdin'
Holdin' on hit boy trolling, you know you can make it the ticket, you know it
I'm poppin' my shit boy, you know it, I'm feelin' like Floyd TMT on the boy
Like TNT blowin' the boards, I've been blowin' them out, they ain't even been knowing
And this flow is so hard, keep it goin', man, I swear that this flow is so hard, keep it goin
I've been flowin' just like I'm a poet, I've been blowin' the smoke, I been getting it out
I aint f*ckin with them boy, I'm knowing gotta show em the music, keep pushin' it out
And these niggas gon' hate, boy, I vouch and a lot of this shit, is unreasonable doubt
I won't trip on the hate, I won't pout, I'ma move for the pape not the clout
I'ma earn my respect you gon' feel me and a lot of this shit could get tricky
And a lot of these bitches, they icky, they f*cking pape and they yellin' out pick me
Yeah, this life is for me, wavy just like Nova Scotia
And they wan hear from me damn man Cy why you holdin'
Holdin' on hit boy trolling, you know you can make it the ticket, you know it
I'm poppin' my shit boy, you know it, I'm feelin' like Floyd TMT on the boy