[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 niggas 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