[Intro: $crim]
This a $crim beat
Yeah
G*59 (Dat right)
Need I say mo'?
Wrist work
DJ $crim with that 808

[Verse 1]
Pull up to the trap house, dope in the backpack
Goons got that work, cookin' bitches, countin' up bread
Smokin' on some Cali killer, sippin' on that promethazine (Woop)
Double cup, keep it trill-er, mix it up with that codeine
Wrist work, wrist work, let that boy cook hoe (Okay)
Wrist work, wrist work, dope lookin' like a disco
Wrist work, wrist work, can't do no nine-to-five, ho (Yeah)
Wrist work, wrist work, I'mma cooking then they buy it, woah (Dat right)
West Bank, my city, keep it one hundred, y'all do fifty (Woop)
All these hoes y'all be trickin', got that Bobby, got that Whitney (Woop)
5-0-4, yeah they with me
9-8-5, yeah they with me (Woop, woop)
Texaco, blowin' sticky with a bad bitch named Nikki, yeah (Woop)
(Woop)

[Chorus]
Wrist work, wrist work, wrist work
Wrist work, wrist work, wrist work, wrist work
Mothеrfucker, this that
Wrist work, wrist work, wrist work, wrist work
Wrist work, wrist work, wrist work, wrist work
Motherfucker, this that
[Verse 2: K. Gotti]
My prе-engagement was a broad statement
I was reinstated for the [?] to take me
On rare occasions I'm X-rated
I'm a rage and gauging that stay faded
No deal on a people still a free agent
I'm underrated with an ankle bracelet
Throwing hand grenades, we rush the biz'
This grey, the fade if you disobey me
Money I make it
Money I take it
No time wasted, 'cause I ain't got patience
Shoutout to my haters y'all my biggest motivation
Another vacation for some charges I ain't takin'
Never going to change so the Lord come and take me
Still they remain the same 'cause the game got me cation
Nowadays n***as gotta kill just to make it
It's G*59, recognize the congregation
I toss a red flag and let them hoes fight for it
I stay on point like a cab in the Ninth Ward
Hot boy rip it, tryna twist it like some white boys
A chopper get to spinnin', put his picture on a whiteboard
I toss a red flag and let them hoes fight for it
I stay on point like a cab in the Ninth Ward
Hot boy rip it, tryna twist it like some white boys
A chopper get to spinnin', put his picture on a whiteboard
[Chorus: $crim]
Wrist work, wrist work, wrist work
Wrist work, wrist work, wrist work, wrist work
Motherfucker, this that
Wrist work, wrist work, wrist work, wrist work
Wrist work, wrist work, wrist work, wrist work
Motherfucker, this that

[Outro: Hollywood Matt & $crim]
I know y'all recognize the voice
Y'all used to call me Greg but I done remixed that to Hollywood Matt
Say $crim
Say Kamikaze
That bitch was disgustin', I'm 'bout to throw up
Where's the Pepto when you need it
If you woke up broke, don't go to sleep
We ain't sleeping 'til we eat
G*59, that's my team
We standing tall in the paint, like, you know what I mean?
Yeah, you know we got them billionaire dreams, believe that
Wrist work