Will-A-Fool - My Wrist lyrics

[Hook: Fredo Santana] I whipped a whole brick, thank God for my wrist I can f** your b**h, thank God for my wrist Man this money ain't sh**, thank God for my wrist [?], thank God for my wrist Thank God for my wrist, thank God for my wrist Thank God for my wrist, thank God for my wrist Thank God for my wrist, thank God for my wrist Thank God for my wrist [Verse 1: Fredo Santana] Just give me two bricks I'll turn them into six Got a couple b**hes and they watch me water whip Send them k**ers to your script, I shot up your crib Shout out to [?] know he got me a thirty clip Smoking loud so strong you can smell it through your ear The way I whip this dope thank God for my wrist The way she s** my dick thank God for her lips Damn, thank God for this b**h Couple chickens in my backpack thank God for these bricks Couple shootouts let it blow thank God for my wrist Middle fingers to the industry I'm just trying to get my M's Feeling like Drake I don't need no new friends (I still ride with my day one n***as I don't really need No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no no new) [Hook: Fredo Santana] [Verse 2: Gino Marley] Thank God for my wrist Said I don't need a b**h but thank God for a b**h Came up selling weed stopped f**ing with the D Thank God that I switched Got me running through the cuts, got me jumping over stuff Thank God for the fifths Thank God for the trap house and when its coming to these extras Thank God for my wrist Catch me cooking up a brick or catch a charge for this sh** And my [?] kind of empty just a [?] in that b**h Pot on the stove put your arm in that sh** And good with my hands but thank God for my wrist [Hook: Fredo Santana]