Flicka Da Wrist (Remix)

[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 niggas tryna capture me

And these bitches in my section still fuck 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 bitch

Everything I wanna do, I'ma do it right now, nigga (headshots)

And every bitch I wanna fuck, I'ma fuck her right now, nigga

I ain't tryna hear you, I'ma close my ears

2015, nigga this our year

If you ain't catchin' plays, then what you doin'?

Still dunkin' on niggas, 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 niggas 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 bitch, ayy

Come thru, we shootin' this strip, ayy

Shit that we do to get rich, ayy

I can kill dudes really quick, ayy

Zoovier, I'm true to this shit, ayy

Alley and Oop in this bitch, ayy

And I'm makin' moves with the bricks, ayy

Catch 'em, we takin' it quick

Got a bad bitch 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 nigga is broke, he a clown, baby, wow

[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]

Look at the flicka da wrist

Get me the prettiest bitch

Boosie, look at all that gold shit

I need them 40s with dicks

Catchin' plays, the streets talk about my hundred goons

Got outta jail, came home, my house a hundred rooms

Bitch I OG, I'm a street nigga

Mayweather, man I can't be beat, nigga

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 nigga bust your shit

I'll take your girl from you

Sex her good, take her shoppin'

Treat her good, make her let me fuck her partner

Look how they kissin' that dick

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 fuck 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 shit off my shoulder

Banana clip look like a boomerang

I sell that dope to consumers, mane

Real street nigga, that ain't a rumor, mane

I went to sleep feelin' like a million bucks

These naggin' ass bitches tryna wake me up

And we choppin' shit 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, "Bitch 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 shit shit

Hundred dollar chain, million dollar wrist

Aye G where you've been? Doin' the same shit

Pussy 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