PUPPY 402 (HURTIN’ MY WRIST*)

Lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Abstract] Ayy boy, (You can turn it up a little bit) Ayy boy, calm your ass down boy (this that down South) You know what I'm talkin' about? [Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] This that down South nigga music This that Whitney Houston museum movement music That them niggas ain't used to I bought a car that I can't scoot in and there's some clothes that I just looked at Ever since I heard we playin' Coachella I took a stack and made a rap and I ain't never look back It make me sad when my parents wanna come to the shows 'Cause I diss 'em in my songs and they know every word All my niggas get along but their egos berserk 'Cause we finally getting money and the girls wanna twerk And I love that it purr, I had to buy me a Perc' I gotta purse for my nephew now his classmates stare "Oh, your uncle a rapper? Is he Lil Uzi Vert?" "Nah, my uncle is gay, and they think he a gimmick" How the fuck I'm a gimmick if I'm up at the clinic Gettin' tested 'cause I take dick so motherfuckin' often? Bitches better calm me down before I motherfuckin' toss 'em Ayy, nigga [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] Hurtin' myself, hurtin' my bitch And I got diamond that hurtin' my wrist I light the spliff when I float by myself I need some more time to find more of myself Hurtin' myself, hurtin' my bitch And I got diamond that hurtin' my wrist I light the spliff when I float by myself I need some more time to find more of myself [Verse 2: Matt Champion] At night, I bring them out, I was sleeping upside down Keep you up, I come around They stay right up on my tail, hopin' it's a fishscale Human, I see through your eyes Into my CCC and seep right into my skin They can see they move my feet like DDR Hangin' out the car, dreamin' of the tour They grip three types of the gas, miss the days I can't get back Hope the dollar kill me last, hate the way they really see me Christina, I move like genie My nose wrinkle lot like Jeannie Regal feelings, I steam it Hop in the foreign, I'm speedin', bleedin' She wavin' out the backseat, ayy, gettin' nasty Killer motion, phone beep for a bitch, I'm coastin' (Let me hear that) [Verse 3: Ameer Vann] Swimming in money, I know that they love me They pay me in hundreds or pay me in gold (Oh) Hurtin' myself, hurtin' my bitch And I got diamonds that's hurtin' my wrist I feel alone, I sold a piece of my soul (Please) I don't feel love anymore—where did it go? I got a heart and then filled it with holes Dipped it with glitter and gold I wanna die, but it's some shit I should buy Feelin' so empty inside (Oh) The more that I get, the less I can feel The more that I smoke, the more I forget I hit the road with my bitch in my whip (Please, somebody help me now) (That's all) [Bridge] Somebody help me now, right now Oh, somebody check it out, yellow Please, somebody help me now, right now [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] Hurtin' myself, hurtin' my bitch And I got diamond that hurtin' my wrist I light the spliff when I float by myself I need some more time to find more of myself Hurtin' myself, hurtin' my bitch And I got diamond that hurtin' my wrist I light the spliff when I float by myself I need some more time to find more of myself [Verse 4: Dom McLennon] (Alright, yeah, woo!) Now nigga, what's the word? I got a thousand-dollar one-way train to Luxembourg I'm drinkin' whiskey with no ice, I feel my stomach burn I made a life I want, I know that make your stomach turn We sprinting slowly towards our ending, how will you submerge? I'm drownin' daily in my seat that's why my dreams absurd I'm noddin' out behind the wheel, don't know 'bout who concerned (Let me hear how that sounds)