Wri$t Work lyrics

[Intro: $CRIM & Producer Tag]
This a $crim beat
Yeah
G*59 (Dat right)
Need I say mo'?
Wrist work
DJ $crim with that 808

[Verse 1: $CRIM]
Pull up to the trap house, dope in the backpack
Goons got that work, cookin' b*tches, countin' up bread
Smokin' on some Cali killer, sippin' on that promethazine
Double cup, keep it trill-er, mix it up with that codeine
Wrist work, wrist work, let that boy cook hoe (Okay)
Wrist work, wrist work, dope lookin' like a disco
Wrist work, wrist work, can't do no 9-to-5, hoe
Wrist work, wrist work, [?]
West Bank my city, keep it one hundred, y'all do fifty
All these hoes y'all be trickin', got that Bobby, got that Whitney
5-0-4 yeah they with me, 9-8-5 yeah they with me
Texaco, blowin' sticky with a bad b*tch named Nikki, yeah (Woop!)

[Chorus: $CRIM]
Wrist work [×7]
Motherf*cker, this that
Wrist work [×8]
Motherf*cker, this that
[Verse 2: K. Gotti]
My prе-engagement was a broad statеment
I was reinstated for the [?]
On rare occasions I'm X-rated
I'm a [?] that stay faded
No deal [?] free agent
I'm underrated with an ankle bracelet
[?]
[?]
[?] if you disobey me
Money I'm making pus*y I'm taking
No time wasted, 'cause I ain't got patience
Shoutout to my haters y'all my biggest motivation
[?] charges I ain't takin'
Never going to change, so the Lord come and take me
[?]
Nowadays n*ggas gotta kill just to make it
It's G*59 recognize the conjugation
I toss a red flag and let them hoes fight for it
I stay on point like a cab in the Ninth Ward
Hot boy [?] like some white boys
A chopper get to spinnin' put his picture on a whiteboard
I toss a red flag and let them hoes fight for it
I stay on point like a cab in the Ninth Ward
Hot boy [?] like some white boys
A chopper get to spinnin' put his picture on a whiteboard
[Chorus: $CRIM]
Wrist work [×7]
Motherf*cker, this that
Wrist work [×8]
Motherf*cker, this that

[Outro: Hollywood Matt & $CRIM]
I know y'all recognize the voice
Y'all used to call me [?] but I done remixed that to Hollywood Matt
Say $crim, say Kamikaze
That b*tch was disgustin', I'm 'bout to throw up
Where's the Pepto when you need it
If you woke up broke, don't go to sleep
We ain't sleeping 'til we eat
G*59 that's my team
We standing tall in the paint, like, you know what I mean?
Yeah, you know we got them billionaire dreams, believe that

Wrist work