BlackxOut - Wrist City (Intro) lyrics

[Intro: Big Texas] Yo what's up, it's Big Texas in the studio man, Wrist City.. Gang bang with your boys man, it's hard out here in the hood bro.. Gotta get that paper.. Yo... Yo, yo Wrist City Unh, Unh, Unh [Verse 1: Big Texas] Wrist city, wrist, wrist, wrist city Wrist city, wrist, wrist, wrist city Pull up on your block Switchin' lanes in the foreign We can't play ball but we still be scorin' Wrist city, unh wrist city boy I'm workin' in the trap late night call it Illinois My loud so loud, it make hella noise Off the Henny off the lean My whip so fly, and my b**hes so clean HIV tested, I get arrested Got all these d**, pitbulls and pugs Haters get at me, I give the Jordan shrug 3-point fade away, 23, Michael Jackson Big Texas in this b**h man Steal your kids like Peter Pan Wrist City never stop man Texas got, more oil than Iran If it ain't bout money, then I'm not a talker I skirt off in that lane, call me Paul Walker Hittin licks, and bangin' chicks This wrist city n***a, we with the sh**s [Verse 2: Lil' Hudmus] Come through the hood, riding in the f**in' Wraith See this new rollie, diamonds jump out the face Roll up to the block, meet me at the intersection 2 Glocks pop projectiles in your direction Free my dawg Roney, add your head to my collection Don't interrupt me while I'm in my zone I got a tendency to bust you wilding n***as in the dome Know that I'ma bring the heat 300 degrees Yo, I'll burn your house down May your momma rest in peace b**h named Elsa told me that I was the chosen She saw my wrist, I told her it was frozen