Soulja Boy — Breaking My Wrist

[Intro] Bow!.. Skrt... You know what the fuck going on nigga.. Ugh! [Verse] Stand in the trap I'm breaking my wrist Came up from three bricks I walk in the trap designer my kicks Bussdown Rollie wrist Step out the whip margiela my fit In the trap cut up a brick Pull up get to dumping that stacks on deck money gang shit I fell in love with breaking my wrist Put Yeezy's on my feet and I hit lick Slide through the city Mac-11 hollow tips Stacks on deck money gang we on that shit I hop out the rarri they copy the drip I jump out the jet then bag up a brick Run up on gang you gon get hit I fell in love with whipping' my wrist Zone 1 money gang on fuck shit Stacks on deck money gang what I claim we with the shit Pull up on you let the whole thing hit I'm on the highway with 250 bricks Chillin in mansion, new residence Young nigga street nigga play with dead presidents In the trap cook up the dope with no evidence I play with the pack and the medicine I play with the pack and the sack and its evident Got a brick in the trunk like an elephant Came up from serving that medical Truck-load of money I got to go shovel it Run up a M&M then I double it Stacks on deck money gang pull up we bussing shit I pull to the trap and I pull up with stupid bricks VVS diamonds I Ice out my whole wrist