Wri$t Work

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

[Verse 1: $CRIM]
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
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 9-to-5, hoe
Wrist work, wrist work, [?]
West Bank my city, keep it one hundred, y'all do fifty
All these hoes y'all be trickin', got that Bobby, got that Whitney
5-0-4 yeah they with me, 9-8-5 yeah they with me
Texaco, blowin' sticky with a bad bitch named Nikki, yeah (Woop!)

[Chorus: $CRIM]
Wrist work [×7]
Motherfucker, this that
Wrist work [×8]
Motherfucker, this that

[Verse 2: K. Gotti]
My prе-engagement was a broad statеment
I was reinstated for the [?]
On rare occasions I'm X-rated
I'm a [?] that stay faded
No deal [?] free agent
I'm underrated with an ankle bracelet
[?]
[?]
[?] if you disobey me
Money I'm making pussy I'm taking
No time wasted, 'cause I ain't got patience
Shoutout to my haters y'all my biggest motivation
[?] charges I ain't takin'
Never going to change, so the Lord come and take me
[?]
Nowadays niggas gotta kill just to make it
It's G*59 recognize the conjugation
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 [?] 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 [?] like some white boys
A chopper get to spinnin' put his picture on a whiteboard

[Chorus: $CRIM]
Wrist work [×7]
Motherfucker, this that
Wrist work [×8]
Motherfucker, this that

[Outro: Hollywood Matt & $CRIM]
I know y'all recognize the voice
Y'all used to call me [?] 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