Flicka Da Wrist by 501geezus Lyrics
[Verse 1: 501geezus]
Woke up this morning, got a call from lil eddie/
He just sent the pack so that new money ready/
Ride down your block with a Glock in the holster/
Whole team getting chips like our gang playing poker/
We changing these niggas like TV remotes/
My plug get drugs straight off of the boats/
Making these plays like a NBA coach/
I just cashed out on some Fendi and Coach/
Bands in my pocket, I can't use no wallet/
See it in stores and I swear ima cop it/
Been balling out you can call me John Stockton/
Catch Lil Darnelle then I get it poppin'/
Money come in I'm in love with the guap/
Niggas want beef got two hands like a clock/
Keep talking tough then I'm squeezing my Glock/
I'll load a new clip then I aim at your top/
Aye, look at the flick of that wrist/
How many licks does it take to get rich?/
How does it feel to just sit on the bench?/
I love money making I want to be Mitch/
Call up my shooter his nickname Diego/
He gone catch bodies whenever I say so/
I love mixing codeine up in a peach Faygo/
I stay on that syrup like "Lego My Ego"/
Shoes on my feet nearly cost me a check/
You been out the game like you just got a tech/
Two story bando got a pool on the deck/
I'll smash your Lil bitch with my hand on her neck/
Flipping this work so I stay with protection/
I be with them bands call me One Direction/
Old hoe complaining about love and affection/
She know I got hoes I should start a collection/
Look at the flick of that chopper/
Knocking down planes and they knocking down copters/
Twenty-Two shots gone send you to the doctor/
Got the hoe screaming like Phantom of the Opera/
Look at the bands in my stack/
JoJo got Forties and Gee got a Mac/
I ain't talking vacation but you know I'm gone pack/
I'm like Whitney and Bobby when I'm spitting that crack/
I don't shoot for free, boy I'm aiming to kill/
This ain't a game I swear I'm to real/
Got a .380 if you want a feel/
Showing no mercy I feel like I'm Dyl/
Look at the goons on my team/
Spook got Thirties and Reggie got beams/
Serving this white, I ain't talking Whip Cream/
Them bullets is hollows they ripping through seems/
[Outro: Lebron James Playoff Interview]
Woke up this morning, got a call from lil eddie/
He just sent the pack so that new money ready/
Ride down your block with a Glock in the holster/
Whole team getting chips like our gang playing poker/
We changing these niggas like TV remotes/
My plug get drugs straight off of the boats/
Making these plays like a NBA coach/
I just cashed out on some Fendi and Coach/
Bands in my pocket, I can't use no wallet/
See it in stores and I swear ima cop it/
Been balling out you can call me John Stockton/
Catch Lil Darnelle then I get it poppin'/
Money come in I'm in love with the guap/
Niggas want beef got two hands like a clock/
Keep talking tough then I'm squeezing my Glock/
I'll load a new clip then I aim at your top/
Aye, look at the flick of that wrist/
How many licks does it take to get rich?/
How does it feel to just sit on the bench?/
I love money making I want to be Mitch/
Call up my shooter his nickname Diego/
He gone catch bodies whenever I say so/
I love mixing codeine up in a peach Faygo/
I stay on that syrup like "Lego My Ego"/
Shoes on my feet nearly cost me a check/
You been out the game like you just got a tech/
Two story bando got a pool on the deck/
I'll smash your Lil bitch with my hand on her neck/
Flipping this work so I stay with protection/
I be with them bands call me One Direction/
Old hoe complaining about love and affection/
She know I got hoes I should start a collection/
Look at the flick of that chopper/
Knocking down planes and they knocking down copters/
Twenty-Two shots gone send you to the doctor/
Got the hoe screaming like Phantom of the Opera/
Look at the bands in my stack/
JoJo got Forties and Gee got a Mac/
I ain't talking vacation but you know I'm gone pack/
I'm like Whitney and Bobby when I'm spitting that crack/
I don't shoot for free, boy I'm aiming to kill/
This ain't a game I swear I'm to real/
Got a .380 if you want a feel/
Showing no mercy I feel like I'm Dyl/
Look at the goons on my team/
Spook got Thirties and Reggie got beams/
Serving this white, I ain't talking Whip Cream/
Them bullets is hollows they ripping through seems/
[Outro: Lebron James Playoff Interview]