Look at Wrist 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)