Young Thug — Put It on Your Wrist

[Intro] Ayy, yeah, church voice, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, you dig? Huh, huh huh With you, I'm right Mmm, ayy Wheezy Beats Slatt [Chorus] Gon' and take some links up out that bitch Put it on your wrist, watch that motherfucker gliss Down, boogie boogie, down down with your bitch Let me suck that clit, baby, let me suck them tits Gon' and, gon' and take some, take some links up out that bitch Put it on your wrist, watch that motherfucker gliss Down, boogie boogie, down down with your bitch Put it on your tit, let me put it on your lips [Verse 1] Shawty got Versace speedos on All we know is ball, ball, ball, chemo, holmes Spendin' money on each other, yeah, ping pong Woah, woah, ape shit, YSL, King Kong Gonna love the tall conversation, woah, woah Bitch, we get it on, confrontations, woah, woah When the door ajar, just go spray it, woah, woah Let the room be dark, gotta cover, call 'em, woah Wheezy Beats that raw, all these bitches kick it in Walked inside the room and seen the light hittin' through the lens Man, don't play that bull with none of these bitches, none of these niggas It's hard to say "Sorry" when you dealin' with a kingpin [Chorus] Gon' and take some links up out that bitch Put it on your wrist, watch that motherfucker gliss Down, boogie boogie, down down with your bitch Let me suck that clit, baby, let me suck them tits Gon' and, gon' and take some, take some links up out that bitch Put it on your wrist, watch that motherfucker gliss Down, boogie boogie, down down with your bitch Put it on your tit, let me put it on your lips [Verse 2] Ayy, bitch, I'm a martian, I think I lost it I just got a foreign, put the D's on the car Nigga, stop playin' 'fore we feed you to the sharks Left hand steering and the other one doin' it [?] One wrist livin' lovely and the other one livin' large Droppin' the pin, pull up And I put that on Allah You fuck niggas done made it war So fuck it, shoot up all the cars You better have your money ready, lil' bitch And you better have straps 'fore we charge You better have hunnid rounds with every boy You better have racks with 'em, boy I spent me some racks on my T I'm straight up, she tryna leave I'm ballin' like I'm Rasheed I'm thinkin' 'bout goin' to the league I pull up beside the street Don't make me pull up on that Jeep These niggas gon' do it for free But I'd rather give 'em some G's [Chorus] Gon' and take some links up out that bitch Put it on your wrist, watch that motherfucker gliss Down, boogie boogie, down down with your bitch Let me suck that clit, baby, let me suck them tits Gon' and, gon' and take some, take some links up out that bitch Put it on your wrist, watch that motherfucker gliss Down, boogie boogie, down down with your bitch Put it on your tit, let me put it on your lips