[Verse 1: Father] 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
[Hook: Father] 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
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] 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
[Hook: Father]
[Verse 3: Chuck Inglish] 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?