[Intro: Big Texas]
Yo what's up, it's Big Texas in the studio man, Wrist City.. Gang bang with your boys man, it's hard out here in the hood bro.. Gotta get that paper..
Yo...
Yo, yo
Wrist City
Unh, Unh, Unh
[Verse 1: Big Texas]
Wrist city, wrist, wrist, wrist city
Wrist city, wrist, wrist, wrist city
Pull up on your block
Switchin' lanes in the foreign
We can't play ball but we still be scorin'
Wrist city, unh wrist city boy
I'm workin' in the trap late night call it Illinois
My loud so loud, it make hella noise
Off the Henny off the lean
My whip so fly, and my b**hes so clean
HIV tested, I get arrested
Got all these d**, pitbulls and pugs
Haters get at me, I give the Jordan shrug
3-point fade away, 23, Michael Jackson
Big Texas in this b**h man
Steal your kids like Peter Pan
Wrist City never stop man
Texas got, more oil than Iran
If it ain't bout money, then I'm not a talker
I skirt off in that lane, call me Paul Walker
Hittin licks, and bangin' chicks
This wrist city n***a, we with the sh**s
[Verse 2: Lil' Hudmus]
Come through the hood, riding in the f**in' Wraith
See this new rollie, diamonds jump out the face
Roll up to the block, meet me at the intersection
2 Glocks pop projectiles in your direction
Free my dawg Roney, add your head to my collection
Don't interrupt me while I'm in my zone
I got a tendency to bust you wilding n***as in the dome
Know that I'ma bring the heat 300 degrees
Yo, I'll burn your house down
May your momma rest in peace
b**h named Elsa told me that I was the chosen
She saw my wrist, I told her it was frozen