Trip Dixon - Wrist Work 2 lyrics

[Intro] (Goth) Juug! (Goth Money Records) [Verse 1: Karmah] Whipping with the werk, man I got my wrist hurt Front porch, back porch, got it on twerk Selling in my city, got to come from me first k**ers in my city, f** with them you get mur't Drank, liquor, both of them calm myself [?] Trap house good, so every day we get turn't Young n***a, but I got the big boy perks Boot it up my clip, shoot at you a long way [Hook] Get turnt, get turnt, flip work, flip work Get turnt, get turnt, flip work, flip work [Phone call: KirbLaGoop] What's happening, lil' [?], you know it's KirbLaGoop in here, shout out to my cousin Karmah, you at your best [?] so you got that dirt road, you know what I'm saying, lil' [?], you know what I'm saying, they out there thinking [?] acting like they really out there, but we'll see who really out there [?], you know what I'm saying [Verse 2: Marcy Mane] My wrist t**ng like a stripper, make it rain on my wrist My teeth looking like some diamonds, your sh** look yellow like piss "Marcy Mane, damn, how you do this?", flip our [?] Money land on my wrist, you might just go twerk a b**h I might just go twerk my wrist, two places like fishnets With a f**ing icy b**h, "how you f**ing do this?" Just mind your biz' while I stack my f**ing Gucci chips Boy you're like a Depp because you be acting I'm really a star, no I f**ing are b**h [Hook] Get turnt, get turnt, flip work, flip work Get turnt, get turnt, flip work, flip work [Outro] (Goth Money Records) (Goth)