Ken Carson Wrist Lyrics

[Intro]
(8-808)
(What the f*ck?)

[Chorus]
Show me your wrist (Show it)
Show me your wrist (Show it, show it, show it)
Show me your wrist (Show it)
Show 'em your wrist (Show it)
Show 'em your wrist (Show it)
Show 'em your wrist (Show it)
Show 'em your wrist (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I put the Chrome on my Rick (Chrome)
I put the Chrome on my fit (Chrome Heart)
This shit want a name (Yeah)
If you see it on me, you won't see it again (Yeah)
She rollin' my blunt (Yeah), but she not the one I'ma smoke it with (Yeah)
You thought she was the one, lil' shawty ain't nothin'
Lil' shawty let everybody hit (Yeah)
Parked in the flats, wearin' all black, them niggas ain't never outside
When I'm in thе cut, it's a scary sight, R.I.P. Fredo, let's ride
Shе want a bag and shoes, I ask her, "What brand?" I ask her, "What size?"
I'm in the kitchen like Betty Crocker, but I ain't bakin' no pies (No cap)
I'm swingin' my dreads like Waka Flocka, bitch, I go hard in the paint (Go)
Niggas mix that X with the Qualitest niggas don't know 'bout the drank
Niggas don't know
This bitch said she know everything
I'm throwin' that O and YVL, two fingers and a thumb, gang (YVL)
AP on my wrist, you ain't watch in yet (Yeah)
If it's not skeleton, then it's not a flex (Not)
She think I'm captain Save-A-Ho, but this a X on my chest
She think we locked in, woah, woah, I'm tryna f*ck her friend next Every time she leave, her friend text
It's Ken Carson, R.I.P. to X

[Chorus]
Show 'em your wrist (X), show 'em your wrist (X-Man)
Show 'em your wrist (X-Man)
Show 'em your wrist, show 'em your wrist (X, X-Man)
Show 'em your wrist (X)
Show 'em your wrist, show 'em your wrist (X-Man)
Show 'em your wrist (X)
Show 'em your wrist, show 'em your wrist

[Verse 2]
Show me your bitch, show me your hardest fit (Let me see)
He think he trim, boy, you not him, I don't wanna argue with you
I went to go shop in the Margiela store, this ho wanna take a picture
When you rich, they switch up when you tellin' 'em, "No"
You gotta let 'em miss you (Damn)
Rolex presidential (Damn), RM Bubba Watson (Damn)
Showed them all my watches (Damn), shit crazy, I ain't ever clock in (Damn)
Show me your wrist (Show it), show me your fit
What you got then? (Show it)
His and hers (Yeah), everything, we locked in

[Chorus]
Show me your wrist (Show it)
Show me your wrist (Show it, show it, show it)
Show me your wrist (Show it)
Show 'em your wrist (Show it)
Show 'em your wrist (Show it)
Show 'em your wrist (Show it)
Show 'em your wrist (Show it)

[Outro]
Got this show on my wrist (Got this show)
Haha (Haha, what the f*ck?)
(What the f*ck?)
(What? What? What the f*ck?)
(What? What? What the f*ck?)