Wrist to Work - Kevin Gates, Kevin Gates feat. PK

Red bone in the back seat and I’m being chauffeured by a junkie

On the movie reel it’s «A Time to Kill» but I’m steady stroking her monkey

And I swear to God, I’ll kick her out the car if I smell my hand and it’s funky

My trap house sits on the street, you could come and see if it’s bumpin'

I can hit the mall for Adidas sneaks, take a bitch to eat and then dump her

Hit Wal-Mart, buy house slippers, come back — the bitch still jumpin' (Boing)

I’m talking goin' PoGo--hold on, I don’t do no Pogo

I’m too fresh to be jumpin' up and down rockin' all of this Polo

Women playing Marco Polo, I ain’t even work the mojo

Ask 'em why they goin' loco, fine and sexy when I’m solo

I’mma sell in Gardere, in the duplex to the right

She can whip around her neck, go get me some shit to light!(Gates!)

I Swear to God, I’m in the kitchen puttin' my wrist to work (Weight)

I Swear to God, I’m in the kitchen puttin' my wrist to work (Weight)

I Swear to God, I’m in the kitchen puttin' my wrist to work (Weight)

You think I’m slippin', try to rip me, bet my pistol work!

I don’t give a fuck and I think Nook would do the same

Clique house on flame, but it ain’t in my name

A couple grand that’s pocket change, I put that on your brain

My swag like cocaine, put that in your vein

Your girl on my dick, say she wanna be for me now

But I got a girl that I love, her name Nina

Every time I dream of, buku cocaína

A bitch calls my phone, wake me up and fucks my dream up

Wait, it’s a sale, calling on my cell

My shit be blowing up

It be too hard to tell

And we be smoking purple

It ain’t too hard to smell

My dope be coming in bricks, it ain’t too hard to sell

White tail, red nose, she a Reindeer (What that is?)

(Sniiiiiiiifffffff) Powder sniffer, still a reindeer

I Swear to God, I’m in the kitchen puttin' my wrist to work (Weight)

I Swear to God, I’m in the kitchen puttin' my wrist to work (Weight)

I just fell back in my section with a Mexican supply

Take a good look at this counter, all this white shit 'bout to fly

Fresh up out the pot with lock up, probably go before it dry

Niggas stoppin' by to buy, got Port Allen on my line

In the middle of December block be clickin' like July (Brrrracka)

They say my shit killin' people and I’m helpin' people die

Those who choose to use it, use it, I just happen to supply

Don’t encourage marijuana-- I just happen to get high

My daddy Sam, very smart, he made me sharp before he died

«Stay away if they feet ugly, sucking, fucking entertainers»

Seeing nothing as in payment all she want was entertainment

Grind infinity will make the wrist whip a Mercedes

You already know

You ole bitch ass niggas need to hide y’all?

My lil son fuckin' these house outchea mane

My lil son go to school you know and, yeah

Michael Kors you know, everything Adidas, everything

My youngin' retawdid', he ain’t nothin' but sixteen

Out his mind, out his mind, out his mind, out his mind

I’mma grind, I’mma grind, gettin money, I’mma grind

I just got the big face on my arm like my nigga Stroke

You can believe that

Mane i was bout' to run out and ran that bitch

Big-face Roley on me