[Intro: Young Thug, Chris Brown]
Wrist, ten-four, ten-four, ten-four
Wrist (Skrrt, skrrt), tip (Woo), four (Yeah) tip
Wrist
It's Breezy, times Thugger (Woo)
Wrist, ten-four, ten
Wrist, ten-four, ten-four
Yeah, yeah
Wrist drippin', 4's drippin'
Wrist drippin', 4's drippin'

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
'Cause my wrist still drippin', 44's still tip
In the cut with my hittas (Gang)
No, they do not miss
I'm a champagne-pourin' n***a
I love big asses and tits (Show me them titties)
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Solo Lucci]
Hold my wrist (Skrrt, skrrt), tip, four (Four), tip
Wrist, drip (Drip), 44's tip
Hold my wrist (Wrist), tip (Tip), four (Four), tip (Tip)
Wrist (Wrist), drip (Drip), 44's tip (Tippin', tippin', tippin', tippin', tippin')

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Skrrt (Skee), pull up in a Barbie (That's a brand new sixteen)
Ten-four (Woo, huh)
Excuse me, darlin' ('Scuse, 'scuse, 'scuse me)
You a nympho? (Baby, are you?)
Fuck the police (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
I ain't never, ever got no info (Woo)
Ho (Yeah-yeah), I'm solid (Yeah)
In that n***a bitch mouth like Trident (Uh)
I'ma raise up the Ks (Yeah)
AKs and SKs and TECs on my side (Rrrrt)
Better watch what you say (Yeah)
'Cause I'm with that bullshit, I'm so ready to die (Woah)
Baby, what do you need? (Need)
I'm on the phone with my supplier (What?)
Bitch, I'm armed like a sleeve (And what?)
Don't get stuck with a knife (Yee)
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Young Thug, Young Thug, Jeezy]
Bitch, go 'head, look at my
Wrist (Woo), tip, four (Ten-four, oh), tip (Hold my wrist)
Wrist (Woo), drip, 44's tip (Oh, ten-four)
Hold my wrist (Hold up), tip, four (Ten, oh), tip (Ten-four)
Wrist (Yeah, yeah), drip (Hold my), 44's tip (Yeah, wassup, go!)

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
She told me murk it, baby, no problem (No problem)
I'ma kill that pussy like OJ (Yeah)
Then I'ma turn her over, hit her from the back (Back)
Talk to her like my name Rappin' 4-Tay (Haha, woo)
Slang that dope dick, codeine (Codeine, woo)
Make your whole body numb (Damn)
You can call me the marathon man (Why?)
Bitch, I make your whole body run (Yeah)
My wrist drippin', your bitch trippin' (Yeah)
Yeah, she on my pole, she movin' like a stripper (Ayy)
Rolled a Swisher Sweet, got her in my bed (In my bed)
She was on my dick, and I was on the liquor (Yeah)
Wrist a hundred K, clips is fifty rounds (Brr)
Bitch, you know my seats is peanut butter brown (Hey, woo)
Goddamn (Damn), must be the bread (Ayy)
Got me fuckin' up her lace fronts, gimme that head

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Jeezy]
Bitch, go 'head, look at my (At my)
Wrist, tip (Hold my), four, tip (Hold my)
(Woo, yeah, wassup, n***a? Oh, yeah)
Wrist, drip (Oh, hold my), 44's tip (Hold my)
(Y'all already know what this is, n***a)
Hold my wrist, tip (Hold my), four, tip (Wrist, hold my)
Wrist, drip (Hold my, yeah), 44's tip (Hold my)
Wrist, tip, four, tip (Oh, hold my)
Wrist, drip, 44's tip (Oh, ha, ooh)