Onfroy (WRIST HEAVY)

[Intro: Lonely Rich & **XXXTENTACION**]

**Wrist Heavy**

We never saw it coming
So mind numbing
Never ever, no
Never ever, no
Never ever, no
Never ever, no
You were a fucking legend
Inspired by the millions
That was June 18th
Caught you in the streets
Hit your neck with three
Went down in history

[Verse: Lonely Rich]

Somebody come strike this down
This fucked up world we roam around
How am I gonna run my passion
Took an inspiration
Never spoke on you
Saved me from the noose
Use to hate my youth
Till I discovered you
In a world full of fake depressed scene kids
The real ones can't be seen, kidd
Got turned into a meme kidd
Till you dropped a song
Expressing all your thoughts
Connected with my heart
Every lyric hit hard

Again, again
Can't believe it, my mind bends
Another legend gone again
How does pain become a trend?
First the drugs and now its guns
Fuck them all, it broke my heart
On my story in denial
I won't cry though, I won't cry though
Cause you wanted positivity
And to leave a legacy
Suicide rates up
Pain in my heart crutch
Rest in Peace, this life's
So much pain and strife

[Outro Tribute: XXXTENTACION]

[Yung Bratz & Curse]

Me, might fight
Fist fuck, on sight
Wrist heavy, fat dyke
Pop Molly, Mike Ike
I got glacial white ice
And my bitch rack nice
And I do fight dykes
Ride my dick like a bike

Check my clock-clock-clock
Fuck around, make my 40 pop
No Popcaan-caan-caan
Revenge my body, clothing no issue
Makes you look sick-sick-sick
You drop a body, I just might bless you
I'm metrosexual, no high cholesterol
Where Jenny Craig? Bitch let's get sexual

Me, might fight
Fist fuck, on sight
Wrist heavy, fat dyke
Pop Molly, Mike Ike
I got glacial white ice
And my bitch rack nice
And I do fight dykes
Ride my dick like a bike
Me, might fight
Fist fuck, on sight
Wrist heavy, fat dyke
Pop Molly, Mike Ike
I got glacial white ice
And my bitch rack nice
And I do fight dykes
Ride my dick like a bike

Check my clock, I can't stop
Fuck around, make my 40 pop
No Popcaan, I pop pistols
Revenge my body, clothing no issue
Makes you look sick, you need a tissue
You drop a body, I just might bless you
I'm metrosexual, no high cholesterol
Where Jenny Craig? Bitch let's get sexual
Check my-check my clock, I can't stop
Fuck around, make my 40 pop
No Popcaan, I pop pistols
Revenge my body, clothing no issue
Makes you look sick, you need a tissue
You drop a body, I just might bless you
I'm metrosexual, no high cholesterol
Where Jenny Craig? Bitch let's get sexual