(prod. by Beatbrothers) - Wrist God (Intro) lyrics

[Intro: Big Texas] Free Big Lurch Mane Free Lurch out the 6ix bro [Verse 1: Big Texas] Squad! (Big Texas) Hit you with that f**in' nina (With the nina) Cops ask around, but we ain't see ya (Ain't see ya) b**h, I'm leanin' at the traphouse (Unh) Scurry off like a little mouse (Damn son, where'd ya find this) Pull up in a coupe Diamonds dancin', chains swangin' (Yaaa!) You know what it do We dip n' dash your girl, like a dunkaroo Talkin' reckless, see what that foreign do (Yaaa!) Get a few months in the state pen (Squad) Now I'm hangin' with my n***as sippin' juice and gin (Squad) Out here in the hood, it's a battlefield (Ya) We whip the white (Unh) You know the drill (Unh) I whip that crack like a f**in' addict (Woah! Whip it, whip it!) I'm so high like a tax bracket Ain't got no recipe man Arm and hammer, man we at it Pull up on some opps (pause) And then we dippin' White in the kitchen, Hallelujah Christmas Up late night trappin' man we doin' work Send a blessing to my n***a, man free Lurch (Free Lurch!) [Hook: Big Nilly] Wrist God you know know I'm cooking in the trap (In the trap) f** around and you gonna get yo' a** clapped (BANG!) Run up on me boy I got the big straps (Woah!) Wrist God always ready to attack (x2) [Verse 3: Yung Fucc] Pull up on a n***a, Rat a tat tat Put on his strap, before he gets his face clapped Don't cross my homies If you do, better know who you dealin' with I'm with that n***a that be sh**tin' in the mist Shooters on ready Long dick n***a in his baby mama Better be careful otherwise a n***a put you to sleep Go sleep with the syllables, you know I ain't lyrical But I still be ridin' in the trap I steal your cereal My voice on the track is a motherf**in' miracle You don't even have to doubt it, I'm a wrist god Not just me but the whole squad We hit you with that motherf**in' nina We'll fish you up (You a fish) [Hook: Big Nilly] Wrist God you know know I'm cooking in the trap (In the trap) f** around and you gonna get yo' a** clapped (BANG!) Run up on me boy I got the big straps (Woah!) Wrist God always ready to attack (x2)