Look at Wrist (The Cool Kids Remix) Father (Ft. The Cool Kids)

[Intro: Father]
Yeah, yeah, yeah look at god!
Yeah, yeah, yeah look at god!
Yeah, yeah, yeah look at god!
(wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)

[Verse 1: Father]
Said she didn't wanna keep it, ooh, look at God!
Guess that will be our little secret...
Hold that down (hold that back) (x4)
Pack after pack all summer
Gas guzzler I remind her of her hummer
She remind me of Corolla
Hot boxing in the middle of August windows rolled up

[Hook: Father]
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
I want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Never had to whip a brick but I get the gist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
I want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Look at this, I put a twist
On the pot as I stir, man this shit's legit
While I look at pics, Snapchattin', look at bitch
Dropped my album, pulled my pants down and I took a piss
On your idea of what you thought that you was bout to hear
But when you bought it was glad that you got it
And now you be bumpin' that shit for a year, yeah
I am the almighty Banco, this beat is Atlanta
Chiquita banana the color my bitch
Six cellphones on my hip, look at this