Wrist, ten-four, ten-four, ten-four
Wrist, tip, four (Yeah), tip, wrist
It’s Breezy, times Thugger
Wrist, ten-four, ten
Wrist, ten-four, ten-four
Yeah, yeah!
Wrist drippin’, 4’s tippin’
Wrist drippin’, 4
‘Cause my wrist still dripping, 44’s still tip
In the cut with my hittas (Gang), no they do not miss
I’m a champagne-pourin’ nigga, I love big asses and tits (Show me them tits)
And if you’re here just to witness, I just promise this
Hold my wrist (Skrt, skrt), 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 (Drippin’, drippin’, drippin’)
Skrt, pull up in a Barbie (That’s a brand new 16)
Ten-four (Woo)
Excuse me, darling (‘Scuse me, ‘scuse me)
You a nympho? (Baby are you?)
Fuck the police (Fuck ’em, fuck ’em)
I ain’t never ever gave no info, hoe (Woo, yeah)
I’m solid (Yeah)
In that nigga 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 (Whoa)
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)
Bitch, go ‘head, look at my
Wrist (Woo), tip, four (Oh), tip (Hold my wrist)
Wrist (Woo), drip, 44’s tip (Oh)
Hold my wrist, tip (Oh), four, tip
Wrist (Yeah, yeah), drip (Oh my), 44’s tip (Yeah, wassup, go!)
She told me murk it baby, no problem
I’mma kill that pussy like OJ
Then I’ma turn her over, hit her from the back
Talk to her like my name Rappin’ 4-Tay
Slang that dope dick, codeine
Make your whole body numb
You can call me the marathon man
Bitch I make your whole body run
My wrist dripping, your bitch tripping
Yeah, she on my pole, she moving like a stripper
Rolled a swisha sweet, got her in my bed
She was on my dick, and I was on the liquor
Wrist 100K, clips is 50 rounds
Bitch you know my seats is peanut butter brown
God damn, must be the bread
Got me fucking up her lace fronts, gimme that head
Bitch, go ‘head, look at my
Wrist, tip (Oh my), four, tip (Oh my)
Wrist, drip (Oh my), 44’s tip (Oh my)
Hold my wrist, tip (Oh my), four, tip (Oh my) (Wrist)
Wrist, drip (Oh my), 44’s tip (Oh my) (Yeah)
Wrist, tip, four, tip (Oh my)
Wrist, drip, 44’s tip (Oh)
Unpacking the Swagger: “Wrist (Remix)” by Chris Brown
“Wrist (Remix)” finds Chris Brown and featured artists flexing their lifestyles with confident bravado and vivid imagery. The recurring references to “wrist dripping” and “44’s tip” serve as emblems of wealth, status, and street credibility. Through punchy lines and lively wordplay, Brown and his collaborators paint a picture of luxury—fast cars, expensive jewelry, and indulgence in nightlife. The lyrics also blend themes of danger and loyalty, referencing weaponry and close-knit circles, underscoring a persistent edge beneath the track’s party-ready vibe.
Themes and Delivery
The song’s verses oscillate between playful seduction and gritty street talk. Brown’s signature melodic flow is complemented by sharp, assertive guest verses, each adding a unique flavor to the remix. The overall energy is unapologetic and bold, catering to fans of high-octane hip-hop and R&B. “Wrist (Remix)” is both an anthem for confidence and a testament to the artists’ prowess in blending catchy hooks with raw lyrical content.
Song Credits
Artist: Chris Brown
Release Year: 2016