Bad Wrist Lyrics – Lil Tjay | They Just Ain’t You

Read the full Bad Wrist lyrics by Lil Tjay from the album They Just Ain’t You along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Chorus]
Shot glasses
Cooking up, I got a bad wrist
Run up on me, I’ma shoot it, this 40 gonna leave a n!gga so embarrassed
I spent a hundred thousand on my shooters and I spent a hundred thousand on my carats
I spent two-hundred thousand on my wrist, so fu*k what they talking ’bout, I’m living lavish
Shot glasses (Glass)
Cooking up, I got a bad wrist (Bad)
Run up on me, I’ma shoot it, this 40 gonna leave a n!gga so embarrassed
I spent a hundred thousand on my shooters and I spent a hundred thousand on my carats
I spent two-hundred thousand on my wrist, so fu*k what they talking ’bout, I’m living lavish

[Verse]
What? Word
Pu*sy must’ve got some nerve
N!gga wan’t a problem, we the type to solve it, up the chopper and flip a n!gga like a bird
One thing, I ain’t nevеr, ever been a b!tch, I could see through anything that has a curve
All I know is I will nеver, ever snitch, I done seen a couple n!ggas change they words
Couple n!ggas fold and tell
But it’s still a couple solid in the cell (Couple solid in the cell)
Where I’m from we don’t do forms, I’ma
Come and wonder n!ggas that excel

[Refrain]
Ain’t no fu*k up if they looking at me like I’m crazy, oh well, this chopper loaded up with shells
How the fu*k I’ma help a n!gga if he lazy? I’m tryna double up and flip the wealth

[Verse]
Stay with a toy, something like a elf
Panicking n!ggas, resorting to dissing, they getting the belt
Know I’m the greatest, I feel it in my soul
I call it mission bull

[1:04], until I’m old
Pressure up on me, him I cannot
Pressure up on me, heavy, carry load
Rich, good, now I’m paid, still I chase them other M’s out on the road (Bling)
Bro fried, he in mode, they don’t wanna see him having a

[1:15] (??)

[Refrain]
Ain’t no fu*k up if they looking at me like I’m crazy, oh well, this chopper loaded up with shells
How the fu*k I’ma help a n!gga if he lazy? I’m tryna double up and flip the wealth

[Chorus]
Shot glasses
Cooking up, I got a bad wrist (Swish)
Run up on me, I’ma shoot it, this 40 gonna leave a n!gga so embarrassed
I spent a hundred thousand on my shooters and I spent a hundred thousand on my carats
I spent two-hundred thousand on my wrist, so fu*k what they talking ’bout, I’m living lavish
Shot glasses (Glass)
Cooking up, I got a bad wrist (Bad)
Run up on me, I’ma shoot it, this 40 gonna leave a n!gga so embarrassed
I spent a hundred thousand on my shooters and I spent a hundred thousand on my carats
I spent two-hundred thousand on my wrist, so fu*k what they talking ’bout, I’m living lavish