[Chorus]
Left wrist, nigga, that’s the frozen one
Right wrist, nigga, that’s the golden one
In this bitch feeling like the chosen one
Got a lil freak bitch, four holes in one
In the kitchen cooking like a chemist, got a bad bitch doing dishes
Cooking up, whipping and whipping
Cooking up, whipping and whipping
Work your wrist, work your wrist, work your wrist
Work your wrist, work your wrist, work your wrist
Work your wrist, work your wrist, work your wrist
Work your wrist, work your wrist, work your wrist

[Verse 1]
Young nigga feel like I’m chosen
My wrist is on ice and I feel like a goalie
Water stain, got to dripping on me
When I’m doing the cook up [?] the Rolex
Birds singing like Anita Baker, now I need a baker
Hella flavor, bitch working, in the kitchen, doing dishes, can’t save her
Name a nigga more realer
Give her dope, now she fell in love with a dope dealer
Whipping my wrist in a circle, sipping on that killer purple
Left wrist thread stroke, threw a couple bands at strokes
Right pocket nigga like [?], [?] whipping my wrist and I’m focused
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