Wrist to Work

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!

Red bone in the back seat and
I'm being chauffeured by a junkie
On the movie reel it's "A Time to
Kill" 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 sit's on the street
You could come and see if it's bumpin'
I can hit the mall for Adidas sneaks
Take a bitch to eat and then dump her
Hit Wal-Mart, buy house slippers
Come back - the bitch 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 sexy 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 shit to light! (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!

I don't give a fuck 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 cocaine, 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 cocaína
A bitch calls my phone
Wake me up and fucks my dream up
Wait, it's a sale, calling on my cell
My shit 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

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)

I just fell back in my
Section with a Mexican supply
Take a good look at this counter
All this white shit 'bout to fly
Fresh up out the pot with lock up
Probably go before it dry
Niggas stoppin' by to buy
Got Port Allen on my line
In the middle of December block
Be clickin' like July (Brrrracka)
They say my shit killin' 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, sucking
Fucking entertainers"
Seeing nothing as in payment all
She want was entertainment
Grind infinity will make the
Wrist whip a Mercedes

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)

You already know
You ole bitch ass niggas need to hide y'all?
My lil son fuckin' 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 nigga Stroke
You can believe that mane i was bout' to run
Out and ran that bitch big-face Roley on me