Look At Wrist

[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, ooh, 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 (*laugh*)
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, bitch, 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 fucking wrist, tryna jizz on your bitch (on your bitch)
I hurt my fucking wrist, doing donuts in the 6ix, hey
Wrist, wrist, wrist, man, I hurt my fucking wrist
Pulling risk, man, you won't understand 'bout this shit (yeah)
If I catch a opp, I'mma catch a opp, it ain't shit (yeah)
I ain't from the Chi, this Atlantastan, boy, that's it (it ain't shit, yeah)
Man, I'm outside, man, I'm outside with my old-ass shit
Look sad, man, pull up, yo' fucking pants (yeah, yo' fucking, yeah)
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 (yeah)
Wrist, wrist, wrist, but none of us is gonna hell (yeah)
Repent!

[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)