The **** game is my sport

Welcome to the wild world of snort

They quoting thirty-six a kilo

Nah, they wasn't 36'ing me though

****** pushing thirty with thirty thousand tweets

Without thirty thousand dollars, don't even deserve to speak, *****

Counter-clockwise my wrist go

Counter-clockwise my wrist go

They know I got that wrist craft covered

I had a ballerina standing on her tippy toes

And when I cut my **** I'm standing on my tippy toes

Better put that work inside the pot

Cook, cook, cook, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

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It all started from my wrist

Woo, I kept it snowing through the blitz

God, cross promoting in the fashion world

**** I got Adidas selling bricks

Rolled to the wrist flow, poppin' like Crisco

We was buying Macklemore, cooked it in the Klitschko

Counter-clockwise my wrist go

Counter-clockwise my wrist go

Hey and 'bout that boy they 'bout to doubt her day

Over that girl they about to doubt it

That we **** her 'til it's good good

I got my customers in the hood hood

I got my customers in the hood hood

They know I got that wrist craft covered

I had a ballerina standing on her tippy toes

And when I cut my **** I'm standing on my tippy toes

Better put that work inside the pot

Cook, cook, cook, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it, whip it

Whip it up, whip it up

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