Lyrics:

When your wrist like this, you gon' check the forecast if it is gon' rain
Made a brick through a brick
Ain't whip up shit, this pure cocaine
Yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
So I had to go coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you
I'ma do what I do and I do my thing
When your wrist like this, you gon' check the forecast if it is gon' rain
Made a brick through a brick
Ain't whip up shit, this pure cocaine
Yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
So I had to go coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you
I'ma do what I do and I do my thing

Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag
I'm a New Era dope boy, no cap
I'm living my best life for real
Just left the dealership, no tag
If we opposite, it won't work
It won't last
Get a opposite knocked off, toe tag
...
Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught it
Every thing you ever seen me riding in, bought it

When your wrist like this, you gon' check the forecast if it is gon' rain
Made a brick through a brick
Ain't whip up shit, this pure cocaine
Yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
So I had to go coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you
I'ma do what I do and I do my thing
When your wrist like this, you gon' check the forecast if it is gon' rain
Made a brick through a brick
Ain't whip up shit, this pure cocaine
Yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
So I had to go coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you
I'ma do what I do and I do my thing