Smoke AO, Lil B - Cartier Wrist lyrics

Caught that drip cartier wrist
Caught that drip call up yo bit
Caught that drip keep it lowkey
Caught that drip oz on me
Caught that drip fuck the police
Caught that drip caught that drip
Caught that drip caught that drip
Caught that drip cartier wrist
Caught that drip cartier wrist
Caught that drip call up yo bit
Caught that drip caught that drip
Caught that drip caught that drip
Caught that drip caught that drip

No more bricks i'm so lit
Check the fit used to flip
Counterfeit servin spill
Crack the seal then reseal
Smokin gas thats that kill
Talkin packs time to ship
Send it way out to the sticks
Ain't no way out of this bitch
Gotta pay out wit that bread
Start investin fuck the feds
Stay away n get this check
I'm just posted to the neck
Smokin pounds got zero stress
Me an bro get zips for less
Free my niggas in the feds
Keep it lit smokin zips
Fruity shit to the head

Caught that drip cartier wrist
Caught that drip call up yo bit
Caught that drip keep it lowkey
Caught that drip oz on me
Caught that drip fuck the police
Caught that drip caught that drip
Caught that drip caught that drip
Caught that drip cartier wrist
Caught that drip cartier wrist
Caught that drip call up yo bit
Caught that drip caught that drip
Caught that drip caught that drip
Caught that drip caught that drip

I caught the drip but i don't pay the fee
You might get knocked off fuckin wit me
I sent that bitch to go fuck wit the team
I know some niggas that paint up the scene
I puff some stuff i just pulled out the p
Gettin so high i need somethin to eat
Yo bitch beggin me hitin my DM
Used to hit licks we need the bread
Now i get licked she give me head
I took a vid hit it on cam
We have a fit just for the bands
Don't trust that bitch she get you hammed
Them nigga hatin clutchin on lead
I'm smoking gas takeoff like jets
I get a dab gone off the wax
I'm in the lab cookin these tracks
Servin it fast like it was crack
I put myself right on the map
I put the pounds right on my back

One in the head
You know that i got him you know that he dead
You know what i said you know what i said
Poppin top on the drop
All these bitches gon stop
B town on that block b town we don't stop
Comin out straight from the bay
Shout out to LA all in the
A we rollin up trees we rollin up yay
Coppin these bitches we fuckin these hoes
I don't give a fuck about all that dough
Spit it out all that low

Rockin Off top
Doin this shit and we don't stop
We got bands we got the drop
Got a lot and we don't fuckin stop
Got that money we ain't playin with nothin
Fuck that we gon say some
Fuck that we gone brrrrr- some
All we do is gettin all we do is flippin
All we do is winnin all we do is winnin
All we do is love all we do is
If you wanna see us bitch come with us
What we gone do we gone fuck wit it too
What we gone do we gone rock on ya too
We gone play wit them niggas
And shop on ya too we got them bags for sale
And we ain't with that info tell
Cuz we not snitchin and we not bitchin
We come thru and fuck these bitches
We come thru on 26s
We come thru on that west coast shit
Shouts out to Atlanta bitch