Work Ya Wrist Lyrics - Gucci Mane

(Chorus) 

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 

(4x) 

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 

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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 f**kin 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 

F**ked 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 motherf**ker 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