Lyrics Work Your Wrist - Gucci Mane
The
difference
between
a
pimp
and
a
skreet
nigga
dawg
Is
a
pimp
nigga
work
his
beitch
I
travel
with
the
trap,
I
pimp
with
the
track
But
a
street
nigga
works
his
wrist
Work
ya
wrist
then,
well
work
ya
wrist
then
Work
ya
wrist
then,
well
work
ya
wrist
then
Work
ya
wrist
then,
well
work
ya
wrist
then
Work
ya
wrist
then,
well
work
ya
wrist
then
I
get
my
wrist
game
on
cause
my
wrist
game
strong
And
my
wrist
flexible
like
I
broke
my
wrist
bone
I
got
muscles
in
my
wrist,
cause
the
4 touched
the
pad
I
can't
count
every
play
I
use
different
rubber
bands
Red
means
30
stacks
blue
means
10
packs
When
I
say
Imma
skreet
nigga
bitch
I
mean
that
Hold
up,
Hold
up,
this
shit
won't
cake
up
80
thousand
dollar
profits
so
I
bought
a
jake
up
Yeeaahhh,
yeah
that's
my
favorite
word
Hit
a
plug
with
the
herb
and
connected
with
the
bird
He
hurt
he
know
homey
where
ya
been
dog?
Ain't
no
sense
in
callin'
Gucci
less
yer
buying
10
dog
I
crossed
10
state
lines
just
to
bring
the
pack
here
Go'n
figure
ya
W-2s
out
cause
I'm
taxin'
I'll
pay
for
that
ass
I
ain't
never
been
a
mack
Let
yer
front
be
a
pack,
I'll
bring
that
money
back
Gotta
stay
fresh,
all
white
tee
Dark
Gucci
loaks
for
the
boy
can't
see
Triple
beam
scales,
5 for
the
pound,
12
for
the
Q-P,
it's
goin
down
Yeeahh,
and
I'm
sick
wit
it
I
got
major
cake
And
I
blow
50
Gs
on
a
rainy
day
I
got
hard
white,
I'm
with
Gucci
Mane
We
fuckin
50
hoes
cause
they
some
Gucci
fans
There's
a
stack
dirty,
there's
a
plaque
dirty
His
jeans
cut
and
his
slacks
dirty
Blowin
bubble
gum,
we
gettin
blew
down
Like
it's
Mardi
Gras,
we
got
the
top
down
Imma
chef
too,
name
Dough
Boy
Call
me
Boston,
Georgia,
or
just
blow
boy
Fucked
a
bitch
who's
gettin
stacked
Keep
it
moving
less
yer
movin'
this
pack
Whatcha
say
Gucci?
I
was
thinking
out
loud
Bout
what?
Sellin
whole
better
break
the
shit
down
Sackin
Gary
Payton
I
was
gonna
buy
T-O
Sat
24,
a
whole,
80
country
"Whoa-flow"
I
got
30
bricks
sold
add
60
mounds
of
gold
Im
the
same
way
in
case
yer
baby
mobile
wanna
snow
D-boy
swag
mane,
shawty
that's
what
I
got
Got
that
lump
bora-yay
mane
it's
jumpin
out
the
pot
You
be
down
motherfucker
cause
you
know
I'm
too
hot
sick
wrist
game
dawg
I
ain't
talkin
bout
my
watch
I'm
the
same
right
bear
but
you
can't
afford
to
play
You
can
call
me
frigidaire
because
I
pack
a
lotta
ice
You
can
spin
the
world
like
the
Earth
on
it's
axis
I'm
gainin'
wait
dawg
just
like
a
fat
bitch
Gotta
mean
with
some
pea,
wanna
learn
just
watch
Nigga,
red
stop
sign
nigga
roll
kush
stop
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