Rich The Kid - Wrist Gone Crazy lyrics

[Hook:] Hold up, stop, grab another pot Whip it, re-rock, cause my wrist gone crazy Hold up, stop, get another pot Whip it, re-rock, cause my wrist gone crazy [Verse 1:] Baking soda beats, chickens Imma cook a feast In the trap n***a everybody finna eat I got a band, Molly Santan, wrapping the work in saran Plenty of dope, moving the coke, I live in a boat And my plug he want 5 just like John Papi Imma juug him for the rest, b**h you can't stop me Cooking up like 6 bricks, in the trap with my new b**h Diamonds dancing, my new wrist, stay in the kitchen, I water whip All she do is complain, I don't know her name Bando, I got white and the Mary Jane Get you gone, back than I was starving Run up on my n***as, Imma hit you with that carbon [?] with the Glock, hugging the block, I got the dope in my sock Cook with the pot, kitchen is hot, whipping the rock I'm from [?], chopper get to spitting Houdini, the brick is missing [Hook x2] [Verse 2:] Rocks in my watch thick, I ain't talking Nicki Got my pockets on swole, we ain't talking Biggie The f** you saying, n***as got plenty of grams You'd be like oh damn, you don't understand I was chilling on the block with my boy Rowdy Ain't seen that boy Bobby, he just caught a body Migo gang swerving in lanes, too many chains Got shooters, they aim at your brain, this ain't a game If you talking bout my money that's a whole lot In the kitchen Imma whip it with an old pot Some n***as they'd rather be famous I got the crack like 80's, young n***a with whole lot of babies [Hook x2]