Wrist

Yeah I've been killin' this shit

Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist

Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this

Yeah I've been killin' this shit

Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist

Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this

Yeah I've been, yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this shit

Yeah I've been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist

Yeah I've been killin' this, cookin' that

Killin' this, flickin' that wrist

Yeah I've killin' this shit

Yeah I've hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah I've flickin' that wrist

Killin' this, cookin' that shitLet me tell you 'bout a young man

Matter of fact, I'mma let Push tell that

Tell you 'bout a old man

Had a change of heart and then fell back

Old man lived a long life

Walked around with a long knife

You ain't cut the white like Jesus

That Colombiana, that's me and models like (Yugh)

Look at the flick of that wrist

I'm feelin' like Leonardo

Let me paint a picture, I might need a bottle

On the road to success like I feel the throttle

That Michaelangelo, hundreds in the envelope

Tight shit when I write shit

And that old man had a change of heart

Wrist, they knew it back from the start like goddamn

Looked around, seen his wife on the ground

Military bussin' bullets all over the whole compound

Soon as he seen it, I swear it, I mean it, my members go quicker than vamonos

He dead, she dead, he in jail

Everyone fallin' like dominoesYeah I've been killin' this shit

Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist

Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this

Yeah I've been killin' this shit

Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist

Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this

Yeah I've been, yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this shit

Yeah I've been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist

Yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this, flickin' that wrist

Yeah I've killin' this shit

Yeah I've hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah I've flickin' that wrist

Killin' this, cookin' that shitSimple Logic

Clockwise, counterclockwise

Realest nigga in the top five

Other four ain't rap niggas

I'm just reppin' for the blow side

Yeah, that's coastlines

Panama for the boat rides

Worth billions, and we ain't even need Showtime

Just money counters and kitchenwear

Condo with a bitch in there

Two scales and baggies, we got rich in there, woo!

The Rollie's been the trophy

Since Hawaiian Sophie

Curry over Kobe, we shootin' niggas

Splash brothers with the coca

Add in baking soda

Goodfellas to my niggas

(Yeah) Already owed us

Shades of blue, I aim at you

Let the sky fall, let it rain on you

Songwriters

TERRENCE THORTON, ROBERT BRYSON HALLPublished by

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