look at wrist

father

yeah

yeah

yeah look at god!

said she didn't wanna keep it

look at god!

guess that will be our little secret. hold that down

pack after pack all summer

gas guzzler i remind her of her hummer

she remind me of corolla

hot boxing in the middle of august windows rolled up

wrist

wrist

wrist

wrist

wrist

wrist

i want my wrists 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

i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist

my wrists 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 cook for all these hoes

we turned a neighborhood kitchen into a 5 star stove

super chef makonnen might sprinkle serotonin

be careful when you rolling because my wrist so goddamn potent

oh bitch is you snoring?

will wake up in the morning

because wrist game stupid

and the wrist be going like

ok

i hurt my fucking wrist tryna jizz on your bitch

i hurt my fucking wrist doing donuts in the six

hey wrist

wrist

wrist man i hurt my fucking wrist

pulling risk

man you wouldn't understand about this shit

if i catch a opp

i'm a catch a opp

it ain't shit

i ain't from the chi

this atlantastan

boy that's it

man i'm outside

man i'm outside

with my old ass

shit look sad

man pull up

your fucking pants

wrist

wrist

wrist

wrist

boy like i'm hooping hey

wrist

wrist wrist

catch your girl if you're losing hey

wrist

wrist

wrist

all my niggas ready for jail

wrist

wrist

wrist

but none of us is going to hell

repent!

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