Vado - Till My Wrist Hurt (Copy) Lyrics (Ft. French Montana, Pusha T & Chinx Drugz)

Vado - Till My Wrist Hurt (Copy) Lyrics (Ft. French Montana, Pusha T & Chinx Drugz):

[Hook: French Montana]

I just copped a whole brick from papi

About to hit the stove, get it popping

None of my niggas moving sloppy

Meet me on the ave, nigga copy

Copy, copy, copy, copy

I be whipping hard, ’till my wrist hurt (copy)

I be whipping hard, ’till my wrist hurt (copy)

I be whipping hard, ’till my wrist hurt (copy)

[Verse 1: Vado]

Yo, yo that’s word to god

Vado feed the block with it, lot of people starve

Place the weight on a plate then you break it down in parts

Make a move then I’m out, I don’t wait around for knocks, nah

(Hah!) Whip soft, I’m pissed off, took a week to get a brick off

No bitch here I got ripped off, lose fifty grand every missed call

Its a cold world on my block, pump rock [?] work on my block

Mailbox where I hold work on the block

[?] work on the block

Man, hit papi, tell him I need ten copy

TNT will see the monopoly

Move swift through thin ice like hockey

‘Sup [?], this the number to wait for, dealin’ weight for

Hand me a plate, I don’t care who ate more

Nine in his face, [?]

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

King Push!

I hear the going price for a brick is 43

That’s Kendrick Perkins, I’m sellin’ hard if it’s up to me

Break it down in all eight-balls, find MJG

That’s oldschool, that’s West Coast, that’s [?]

All I know about is getting money (Woo!) till the sun come up

Dominicana with a calculator when they see my face I watch ‘em all run up

My heist run was a nice one, couldn’t take the trip [?] paranoid

I’m Smack Dilla the crack dealer, I’ve done sold drugs in every category

(Woo!) I swear you niggas bore me, with your f-ckin’ stories

You f-ckin’ war in peace time with your fake ass glory

And your fake ass jewelry, monkey ass jewelry

Couldn’t find a million with a road map and a bitch named Siri

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 3: Chinx]

Four hoes on one strip, copy

Come press four zones into one brick, copy

I be copy cool, I might act a fool

Hop out the drop top yellin’ hallelujah

Boy I flow like a faucet

Had the [?] and you lost it, came in this bitch on some boss shit

[?] but I roll out that coffin

That bitch, we bone, on that bong we be coughin’

I seen Javier on 45th

But I [?] brick

Counted all the paper, he told me “Copy”

These fuckboys are carbon copy

[Hook: French Montana]