Father - Look At Wrist (The Cool Kids Remix) lyrics
[Father - Look At Wrist The Cool Kids Remix lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah look at God! [x3]
(Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
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
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
Look at this
I put a twist
On the pot as I stir, man this shit's legit
While I look at pics
Snapchattin', look at bitch
Dropped my album, pulled my pants down and I took a piss
On your idea of what you thought that you was bout to hear
But when you bought it was glad that you got it and now you be bumpin' that shit for a year, yeah
I am the almighty Banco
This beat is Atlanta
Chiquita banana the color my bitch
Six cellphones on my hip
Look at this
Flick, aye, flick, aye, flip the light switch, right?
Sittin' in the spot me and Rocks with the six
Got the well trained Rott, he don't even bark and shit
Save the motherfuckin' whales, niggas standing shark and shit
Hop out hit the button nigga watch it park itself
The shop is always open and ain't nothin' here on sale
It's hot blades chop made it flip and callin' tops
Who you got no you not hoopin', hoopin' on the block
Finger roll with the shot the ball rim around the pot
The wrist like the AND1 mixtape take a sick day
Lookin' like Lil B wrist, Chuck Inglish
Master Ace with the bass
What this nigga bobbin' say?
(Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
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
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
Look at this
I put a twist
On the pot as I stir, man this shit's legit
While I look at pics
Snapchattin', look at bitch
Dropped my album, pulled my pants down and I took a piss
On your idea of what you thought that you was bout to hear
But when you bought it was glad that you got it and now you be bumpin' that shit for a year, yeah
I am the almighty Banco
This beat is Atlanta
Chiquita banana the color my bitch
Six cellphones on my hip
Look at this
Flick, aye, flick, aye, flip the light switch, right?
Sittin' in the spot me and Rocks with the six
Got the well trained Rott, he don't even bark and shit
Save the motherfuckin' whales, niggas standing shark and shit
Hop out hit the button nigga watch it park itself
The shop is always open and ain't nothin' here on sale
It's hot blades chop made it flip and callin' tops
Who you got no you not hoopin', hoopin' on the block
Finger roll with the shot the ball rim around the pot
The wrist like the AND1 mixtape take a sick day
Lookin' like Lil B wrist, Chuck Inglish
Master Ace with the bass
What this nigga bobbin' say?