Wrist Lyrics – Ken Carson

Read the full Wrist lyrics by Ken Carson from the album xperiment along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Switch Up and Blush, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Intro]
(8-808)
(What the fu*k?)

[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]
Put the Chrome Heart on Rick (Chrome)
I put the Chrome on my fit (Chrome Heart)
This s*it want a name, yeah
If you see it on me, you won’t see it again, yeah
She rolling my blunt, yeah, but she not the one I’ma smoke it with, yeah
You thought she was the one, lil’ shawty ain’t nothing
Lil’ shawty let everybody hit, yeah
Parked in the flats, wearing all black, them n!ggas aing never outside
Whеn I’m in the cut, it’s a scary sight, R.I.P. Fredo, let’s ridе
She 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 baking no pies (No cap)
I’m swinging my dreads like Waka Flocka, b!tch, I go hard in the paint (Go)
N!ggas mix that X with the Qualitest n!ggas don’t know ’bout the drank
N!ggas don’t know
This b!tch said she know everything
I’m throwing 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 fu*k 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 b!tch, 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 telling ’em, “No”
You gotta let ’em miss you (Damn)
Rolex presidential (Damn), RM Bubba Watson (Damn)
Showed them all my watches (Damn), s*it 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 fu*k?)
(What the fu*k?)
(What? What? What the fu*k?)
(What? What? What the fu*k?)