Key! - Look at Wrist lyrics

[Intro: Father] Yeah, yeah, yeah look at god! (x3) (wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist) [Verse 1: Father] Said she didn't wanna keep it Look at God! Guess that will be our little secret... Hold that down (hold that back) (x4) 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 [Hook: Father] 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 Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist I want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist [Verse 2: iLoveMakonnen] 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**h is you snoring? Will wake up in the morning Because wrist game stupid And the wrist be going like [Hook] [Verse 3: Key!] Ok, I hurt my f**ing wrist tryna jizz on your b**h I hurt my f**ing wrist doing donuts in the six Hey wrist, wrist, wrist man I hurt my f**ing wrist Pulling risk, man you wouldn't understand about this sh** If I catch a opp I'mma catch a opp It ain't sh** 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** look sad Man pull up, your f**ing 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 n***as ready for jail Wrist, wrist, wrist But none of us is going to hell Repent! [Hook]