Look at Wrist

Yeah, yeah, yeah look at God

Yeah, yeah look at God

Yeah, yeah, yeah look at God

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Said she didn't wanna keep it

Whoo, look at God

Guess that'll be our little secret

Hold that down (Damn that's such a relief)

Hold that down (Hold that down)

Hold that down (Keep it down)

Hold that down (Hold that down)

Hold that down

Pack after pack all summer (All summer)

Gas guzzler, I remind her of her Hummer (Of her Hummer)

She remind me a Corolla (A Corolla)

Hot boxing, middle of August, window roll up

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

I want my wrist so cold pneumonia in my fist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Want my wrist so cold pneumonia in my fist

My wrist done turned so cold

My arm got runny nose

I flip it for the high

And get it for the low

I'm booked for all these shows

I'll cook for all these hoes

We turn a neighborhood kitchen into a five star stove

Super-chef Makonnen might

Sprinkle serotonin

Be careful when you rollin' 'cause my wrist so goddamn potent

Oh bitch, is you snorin'?

Well, wake up in the mornin'

'Cause wrist game stupid

And the wrist be goin' like

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

I want my wrist so cold pneumonia in my fist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (Hello?)

I want my wrist so cold pneumonia in my fist (Aye, uh)

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (Aye, okay)

Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist (Uh, aye, uh, okay)

I hurt my fuckin' wrist tryna jizz on your bitch

I hurt my fuckin' wrist doin' donuts in the six

Hey, wrist, wrist, wrist, man, I hurt my fuckin' wrist

Pullin' risk, man, you wouldn't understand about this shit

If I catch a opp, I'ma catch a opp, it ain't shit

I ain't from the Chi, this Atlanta-stan, but it's sick

Man, I'm outside, man, I'm outside with my old ass chick

Look, sad, bam, pull up your fuckin' pants

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, boy, like I'm hoopin', hey

Wrist, wrist, wrist, catch your girl if you losin', hey

Wrist, wrist, wrist, all my **** ready for jail

Wrist, wrist, wrist, but none of us is goin' to hell, repent

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

I want my wrist so cold pneumonia in my fist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (Yeah)

I want my wrist so cold pneumonia in my fist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist (I get the gist)