Look At Wrist (Explicit) - Father/ILOVEMAKONNEN/Key!

Yeah yeah yeah look at god

Yeah yeah look at god

Yeah yeah yeah look at god

Wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist

Said she didn't wanna keep it

Look at God

Guess that will be our little secret

Hold that down hold that back

Hold that down hold that back

Hold that down hold that back

Hold that down hold that back

Hold that down

Pack after pack all summer

Gas guzzler I remind her of her Hummer

She remind me of Corolla

Hot boxing in the middle of August windows rolled up

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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

I want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist

My wrists done turned so cold

My arm got runny nose

I flip it for the high and get it for the low

I'm booked for all these shows

I cook for all these hoes

We turned a neighborhood kitchen into a 5 star stove

Super chef Makonnen might sprinkle serotonin

Be careful when you rolling

Because my wrist so goddamn potent

Oh b**ch is you snoring

Will wake up in the morning

Because wrist game stupid

And the wrist be going like

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

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

Ok I hurt my f**king wrist tryna jizz on your b**ch

I hurt my f**king wrist doing donuts in the six

Hey wrist wrist wrist man I hurt my f**king wrist

Pulling risk man you wouldn't understand about this sh*t

If I catch a opp

I'mma catch a opp

It ain't sh*t

I ain't from the Chi this Atlantastan

Boy that's it

Man I'm outside

Man I'm outside

With my old a**

Sh*t look sad

Man pull up your f**king pants

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

Wrist wrist wrist

But none of us is going to hell

Repent

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

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