Switching My Wrist - HoodRich Pablo Juan

Switching my wrist when I cook it up

Switching my wrist when I cook it up

You could order up delivery

I’m charging extra when I’m pulling up

Remixed the dark, I just switched it up

Finessing and flexing, I’m counting up

My left wrist throw a curb ball

My right wrist, I’ma rock it up

Switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m working my wrist like a hurricane

Flooded the city with the dust

I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m whipping the chickens up

I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m very particular

Scattered the snitches, I’m trapping individual

It’s two things for sure: they gon' print money and I’ma get it

These haters, they pitiful

I’m bending corners, rocking linen in a Bentley Continental

I’m smoking presidential, I’m the President and the coach and the player like

Derek Fisher

I’m the sensei, but never a Master Splinter

My foreign a hundred, still trapping rentals

No degree, but I still got hella credentials

Zebra Louboutins, strapped like a Fisker

Buscemi locks, I got keys, I got janitors

Fucked up the kitchen, damn, where my manners go?

Sixty-three guts in the pint like a cantaloupe

Whip up the bricks in the pot like Geronimo

In the dopehole, we sell all kinds of dope

Pick up the crate like it’s all from the store

Can’t figure which wrist I’ma work, I’m bipolar

I’m working the pot, the same color my motor

Ain’t gotta scale it, nigga, it’s all there

To the country, it’s in the air, all air

They going broke, I see grey hair

I got the baby, no daycare

Switching my wrist when I cook it up

Switching my wrist when I cook it up

You could order up delivery

I’m charging extra when I’m pulling up

Remixed the dark, I just switched it up

Finessing and flexing, I’m counting up

My left wrist throw a curb ball

My right wrist, I’ma rock it up

Switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m working my wrist like a hurricane

Flooded the city with the dust

I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m whipping the chickens up

I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

Switching, whipping, beating babies with switches

Have my junkie clean the kitchen with Swiffer

Two pots, three forks, no dishes

Trap hot, they come and shop when they visit

Whipping all kinds of ways different

Want me to stretch it?

Gotta be specific

I make them cross out with the flick of the wrist

I make tall money fucking with midgets

I mix the fill with the grits in the pot

I remember I ain’t have a pot to piss in

I just had to cook a whole chicken

Nigga, hold the pot, steady putting my wrist in

Go to Kentucky, all I need is a stove

Nigga, I’m making fried chicken

Junkies, they coming when I cook it

Nigga, they ain’t even buying, they blitzing

Switching my wrist when I cook it up

Switching my wrist when I cook it up

You could order up delivery

I’m charging extra when I’m pulling up

Remixed the dark, I just switched it up

Finessing and flexing, I’m counting up

My left wrist throw a curb ball

My right wrist, I’ma rock it up

Switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m working my wrist like a hurricane

Flooded the city with the dust

I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up

I’m whipping the chickens up

I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up