Look at Wrist (TrapMoneyBenny Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Father]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look at God
Yeah, yeah, look at God
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look at God
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (Yeah, right)
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Father]
Said she didn't wanna keep it, woo, look at God
Guess that will be our little secret... (oh, ho)
Hold that down (Damn it, such a really, hold that back)
Hold that down (Hold that back)
Hold that down (Hold that back)
Hold that down (Yeah, hold that back)
Pack after pack all summer (All summer)
Gas-guzzler, I remind her of her Hummer (Of her Hummer)
She remind me of Corolla (Of Corolla)
Hot boxin' in the middle of August windows rolled up (yuh)

[Chorus: Father & iLoveMakonnen]
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, wrist, wrist, wrist (Wrist)
I want my wrists so cold, pneumonia in my fist
[Verse 2: iLoveMakonnen & Father]
My wrists done turned so cold
My arm got runny nose (Yuh)
I flip it for the high and get it for the low (low)
I'm booked for all these shows, I cook for all these hoes (Hoes)
We turned a neighborhood kitchen into a 5 star stove (Yuh)
Super chef Makonnen might sprinkle serotonin
Be careful when you rolling
'Cause my wrist so god damn potent (yuh)
Oh, b*tch, is you snoring? Will wake up in the morning
'Cause wrist game stupid and the wrist be going like... (yah)

[Chorus: Father & KEY!]
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 (Hello?)
I want my wrists so cold, pneumonia in my fist (Ayy, uh, ayy)
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (Ayy, okay, uh)
Never had to whip a brick but I get the gist (Ayy, uh, okay)

[Verse 3: KEY! & Father]
I hurt my f*cking wrist, tryna jizz on your b*tch (On your b*tch)
I hurt my f*cking wrist, doing donuts in the six, hey
Wrist, wrist, wrist, man, I hurt my f*cking wrist
Pulling risk, man, you won't understand 'bout this sh*t (Yeah)
If I catch a opp, I'ma catch a opp, it ain't sh*t (Yeah)
I ain't from the Chi, this Atlantastan, boy, that's it (It ain't sh*t, yeah)
Man, I'm outside, man, I'm outside with my old-ass sh*t
Look sad, man, pull up, yo' f*cking pants (Yeah, yo' f*cking, yeah)
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, boy, like I'm hooping, hey
Wrist, wrist wrist, catch yo' girl if you're losing, hey
Wrist, wrist, wrist, all my n*ggas ready for jail (Yeah)
Wrist, wrist, wrist, but none of us is going to hell, repent (yeah)
[Chorus: Father & KEY!]
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist ((Laugh))
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 (Yeah)
I want my wrists so cold, pneumonia in my fist (In my fist)
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (Wrist, wrist)
Never had to whip a brick but I get the gist (I get the gist)