Kevin Gates - Wrist to Work lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Wrist to Work lyrics

[Hook: Kevin Gates] I Swear to God, I'm in the kitchen puttin' my wrist to work (Weight) I Swear to God, I'm in the kitchen puttin' my wrist to work (Weight) I Swear to God, I'm in the kitchen puttin' my wrist to work (Weight) You think I'm slippin', try to rip me, bet my pistol work! [Verse 1: Kevin Gates] Red bone in the back seat and I'm being chauffeured by a junkie On the movie reel it's "A Time to k**" but I'm steady stroking her monkey And I swear to God, I'll kick her out the car if I smell my hand and it's funky My trap house sits on the street, you could come and see if it's bumpin' I can hit the mall for Adidas sneaks, take a b**h to eat and then dump her Hit Wal-Mart, buy house slippers, come back - the b**h still jumpin' (Boing) I'm talking goin' PoGo--hold on, I don't do no Pogo I'm too fresh to be jumpin' up and down rockin' all of this Polo Women playing Marco Polo, I ain't even work the mojo Ask 'em why they goin' loco, fine and s**y when I'm solo I'mma [?] sell in Gardere, in the duplex to the right She can whip around her neck, go get me some sh** to light!(Gates!) [Hook: Kevin Gates] [Verse 2: Percy Keith] I don't give a f** and I think Nook would do the same Clique house on flame, but it ain't in my name A couple grand that's pocket change, I put that on your brain My swag like c**aine, put that in your vein Your girl on my dick, say she wanna be for me now But I got a girl that I love, her name Nina Every time I dream of, buku c**aína A b**h calls my phone, wake me up and f**s my dream up Wait, it's a sale, calling on my cell My sh** be blowing up It be too hard to tell And we be smoking purple It ain't too hard to smell My dope be coming in bricks, it ain't too hard to sell [Interlude: Kevin Gates] White tail, red nose, she a Reindeer (What that is?) (Sniiiiiiiifffffff) Powder sniffer, still a reindeer I Swear to God, I'm in the kitchen puttin' my wrist to work (Weight) I Swear to God, I'm in the kitchen puttin' my wrist to work (Weight) [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] I just fell back in my section with a Mexican supply Take a good look at this counter, all this white sh** 'bout to fly Fresh up out the pot with lock up, probably go before it dry n***as stoppin' by to buy, got Port Allen on my line In the middle of December block be clickin' like July (Brrrracka) They say my sh** k**in' people and I'm helpin' people die Those who choose to use it, use it, I just happen to supply Don't encourage marijuana-- I just happen to get high My daddy Sam, very smart, he made me sharp before he died "Stay away if they feet ugly, s**ing, f**ing entertainers" Seeing nothing as in payment all she want was entertainment Grind infinity will make the wrist whip a Mercedes [Interlude: Kevin Gates] [Outro: Kevin Gates] You already know You ole b**h a** n***as need to hide y'all ? My lil son f**in' these house outchea mane My lil son go to school you know and , yeah Michael Kors you know, everything Adidas, everything My youngin' retawdid', he ain't nothin' but sixteen Out his mind, out his mind, out his mind, out his mind I'mma grind, I'mma grind, gettin money, I'mma grind I just got the big face on my arm like my n***a Stroke You can believe that Mane i was bout' to run out and ran that b**h Big-face Roley on me