Lyrics for Wrist Work by Trippie Redd :
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Ballin’ like I’m Kyrie Irving
Bad b*tch, I’m picture perfect
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Ballin’ like I’m Kyrie Irving
Bad b*tch, I’m picture perfect
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
14, 14, 14, hey
Young n*gga ’bout to OD, hey
Still living like my OGs
Young n*gga ain’t the old me
It’s Trippie Redd, Trippie Redd, yeah
Bad girl give me head, yeah
’til a young n*gga dead, yeah
I be shining, infrared, yeah
Pullin’ off in a Vette, ayy
Talkin’ sh*t, hit with the TEC, hey
Trippie Redd, I been blessed, hey
I ain’t never ever stressed, hey
Bad foreign but she pressed, hey
Get the f*ck out of my face
I’m just tryna slide under that dress
Young n*gga dressed to impress
Raf Simons my Adidas, hey
Told that b*tch to check my thesis, hey
Killing n*ggas for no reason, hey
Young n*gga why you breathing, hey
Feelin’ like it’s hunting season, ayy
Catch an opp and then we squeezin’, hey
Bloody n*gga, I been bleedin’, hey
Subzero, b*tch I’m freezin’, hey

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Ballin’ like I’m Kyrie Irving
Bad b*tch, I’m picture perfect
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Ballin’ like I’m Kyrie Irving
Bad b*tch, I’m picture perfect
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’

[Verse 2: A1Billionaire]
14, 14, 14
I’m just boolin’ like an OG
Mixing my cookies with OG
She poppin’ that pus*y off bodeine
Bodeine, bodeine, bodeine
You know I’m bodeine brazy
Baby girl you know you drive me crazy
Drive me like a brand new Mercedes
Poppin’ that pus*y on percocets
Got me on ten how she working that
I’m working my wrist ’til I buy a Benz
Or hit me a lick for a hundred bands
Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands
Just hit me a lick for a hundred bands
She back that thing up just like Sunny D
And I ain’t gon’ tell you no bullsh*t
I ain’t gon’ tell you no fairy tales
I need me a hit off a bronze tail
[?] it turn into ninetails
This TEC on me dawg, it’ll never jam
TEC on me dawg and it never jam
I’m rollin’, I’m rollin’ like Sprewell
sh*t’ll get ugly like [?] cell
sh*t’ll get ugly like [?] cell n*gga

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Ballin’ like I’m Kyrie Irving
Bad b*tch, I’m picture perfect
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Ballin’ like I’m Kyrie Irving
Bad b*tch, I’m picture perfect
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’
Wrist, workin’