Flicka Da Wrist (Remix) lyrics
by Yo Gotti
[Intro: Chedda Da Connect]
Look at the flicka da wrist
[Hook: Chedda Da Connect]
Catchin' plays, catchin' play
I woke up feelin' like I was on the moon
I woke up feelin' like I need a hundred goons
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
That wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
That wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
[Verse 1: Chedda Da Connect]
I woke up feelin' like I hit a hundred homes
I woke up feelin' like I had a hundred shows
I still got some n*ggas tryna capture me
And these b*tches in my section still f*ck for free
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka them tits
Look at the flicka dat clit, look at the ass on that b*tch
Everything I wanna do, I'ma do it right now, n*gga (headshots)
And every b*tch I wanna f*ck, I'ma f*ck her right now, n*gga
I ain't tryna hear you, I'ma close my ears
2015, n*gga this our year
If you ain't catchin' plays, then what you doin'?
Still dunkin' on n*ggas, call me Patrick Ewing
[Hook: Chedda Da Connect]
Catchin' plays, catchin' play
I woke up feelin' like I was on the moon
I woke up feelin' like I need a hundred goons
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
That wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
That wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
I woke up this mornin' sippin' 17
Me and all my n*ggas gon' have some better dreams, baby
Just keep finessin' work, so used to serving fiends, baby
Juugin' and finessin', you know we love the green, baby
They know the Zoo in this b*tch, ayy
Come thru, we shootin' this strip, ayy
sh*t that we do to get rich, ayy
I can kill dudes really quick, ayy
Zoovier, I'm true to this sh*t, ayy
Alley and Oop in this b*tch, ayy
And I'm makin' moves with the bricks, ayy
Catch 'em, we takin' it quick
Got a bad b*tch with me right now, baby
Flickin' my wrist like an owl, baby
Throwin' these bands in the crowd, baby
Rari start up, hear the sound, baby
My engine a monster, it growl, baby
Roll up the Woods, smell the loud, baby
Zoovier known to turn up a crowd, baby
Your n*gga is broke, he a clown, baby, wow
[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
Look at the flicka da wrist
Get me the prettiest b*tch
Boosie, look at all that gold sh*t
I need them 40s with di*ks
Catchin' plays, the streets talk about my hundred goons
Got outta jail, came home, my house a hundred rooms
b*tch I OG, I'm a street n*gga
Mayweather, man I can't be beat, n*gga
Look how my colors, they bling
I look like an African king
I know, I know, I know 'bout that hate
I come up in them bricks
Stoppin' the flick of my wrist
I'll make a n*gga bust your sh*t
I'll take your girl from you
Sex her good, take her shoppin'
Treat her good, make her let me f*ck her partner
Look how they kissin' that di*k
Clear window, I'm a fish in the whip
I made some change though, work the stove like a pimp
Work his main hoe, Boosie Badazz
[Hook: Chedda Da Connect]
Catchin' plays, catchin' play
I woke up feelin' like I was on the moon
I woke up feelin' like I need a hundred goons
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
That wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
That wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
[Verse 4: Yo Gotti]
I woke up feelin' like I was Sosa
Don't f*ck with me, hopped out that Ghost into that Rover
I've been in the kitchen whippin' ovals
I can cut the dope with the soda
I can get a hit, Sammy Sosa
Look at the flicka da wrist
Look at the ice in my Rollie
Look at the kick of the AK
I shoot that sh*t off my shoulder
Banana clip look like a boomerang
I sell that dope to consumers, mane
Real street n*gga, that ain't a rumor, mane
I went to sleep feelin' like a million bucks
These naggin' ass b*tches tryna wake me up
And we choppin' sh*t and they never ride
My flicka da wrist got her on the side
[Verse 5: Boston George]
I got a Ferragamo, Balenciaga fetish
Way I tote the 40, boy you'd swear I wouldn't feel it
In V LIVE, fresh pair of Margielas
Fresh pair of Margielas
Ask me where I've been, told 'em, "b*tch on I-10"
Percocet, I beat her end, in the hood I make Ms
Dida frames on my face, I'm duckin' the case
Cake, cake, cake, cake in the microwave
Catchin' plays, you know the sh*t sh*t
Hundred dollar chain, million dollar wrist
Aye G where you've been? Doin' the same sh*t
pus*y can't mention dope if I ain't in the mix
[Hook: Chedda Da Connect]
Catchin' plays, catchin' play
I woke up feelin' like I was on the moon
I woke up feelin' like I need a hundred goons
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
That wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
That wrist, look at the flicka da wrist