my wrist

i whipped a whole brick

thank god for my wrist

i can fuck your bitch

thank god for my wrist

man this money ain't shit

thank god for my wrist

thank god for my wrist

thank god for my wrist

thank god for my wrist

thank god for my wrist

thank god for my wrist

thank god for my wrist

thank god for my wrist

thank god for my wrist

just give me two bricks i'll turn them into six

got a couple bitches and they watch me water whip

send them killers to your script

i shot up your crib

shout out to know he got me a thirty clip

smoking loud so strong you can smell it through your ear

the way i whip this dope thank god for my wrist

the way she suck my dick thank god for her lips

damn

thank god for this bitch

couple chickens in my backpack thank god for these bricks

couple shootouts let it blow thank god for my wrist

middle fingers to the industry i'm just trying to get my m's

feeling like drake i don't need no new friends

(i still ride with my day one niggas i don't really need

no new friends

no new friends

no new friends

no no new)

thank god for my wrist

said i don't need a bitch but thank god for a bitch

came up selling weed stopped fucking with the d

thank god that i switched

got me running through the cuts

got me jumping over stuff

thank god for the fifths

thank god for the trap house and when it's coming to these extras

thank god for my wrist

catch me cooking up a brick or catch a charge for this shit

and my kind of empty just a in that bitch

pot on the stove put your arm in that shit

and good with my hands but thank god for my wrist