King Dyl - Flicka Da Wrist lyrics

{Verse 1} I woke up sold a zip and then prayed I got rich Hit A Lick On A Brick And Spent 6 On My Kicks Glock's In My Rocks Man Check Out My Fit Getting Icy Like Paul and Ain't Talking bout Chris Gotta New 40 Extended My Clip I'm Good With The Wood But Rubber-ed My Grip Wesson My Weapon I Stay Next To Smith Rob King Dyl? Then You Tryna Get k**ed Look at The Arch On Her Back Keep Me A Pistol With Beams That's Attached I'm Riding With 30's But Jay Gotta Mac Doing Hits In All Black Man I feel like a Bat Sippin This Remi And Flippin This Quincy Got 22 Shots Don't Make It turn empty Use to rock Coogi but now I rock Fendi Use to drive blocks but now I want Bentley's Aye look at the flick of the Wrist Infrared Beam So You Know I Don't Miss Diamonds So Cold Prolly Gotta Illness I'm The King Of Remixes I Had To k** This Man, check out the clip in my gun 33 Shots So A n***a Can't Run Money A n***a Can Say We Got Tons Flexing On n***as Its Just Gettin Fun Mane Check Out The Ice on My Watch Diamonds Be Shining I Can't See The Clock Stop The Portraying You Real Or You Not And I'm Born In July So You Know I'm Gone Pop 23 Just like Jordan you know it's a Glock 12 years old started working with pots Not talking bout crocks A n***a jump stupid I'm gone have to co*k Make him feel them shots {Verse 2} Jesus all this ice on my arm Blinging it ain't got an alarm You see me King Dyl Gone perform You tweaking bullets rain like a storm Bickin Back Boolin Yickin Yack Yoolin Just Bought A Zip So You Know What I'm Doing Gotta New K So You Know What I'm Shooting Feel Like Vincent And Sylvester Blood Gang Suwooing Smoke Out a Swisher Bullets flying like magic they call me a wizard Rico A Hitta I Know He A Hitcha He shooting like curry but toting them clippers Who gone receive my bullets deliver Rob from Izard throw opps Ina river Birds like gizzards Ice like them blizzards My n***as don't shiver Because they some k**ers My n***as some hittas I'm prolly posted out on arch, but broski they from Gaines Beezy World This Family Boy They Don't Go By Gang Yo n***as lames, we hitting stains, we robbed him for his chain And Beezy Dead So Boy Don't Speak You Bet Not Say His Name We Caught An Enemy in traffic, That was target practice I love my Mac, I Love Them Straps, Man I Swear They Attractive He tried to run bro had a beam, he damn near hit a back flip And we some fools with them tools, boy don't get subtracted Dyl Performing Go Get Ya Camera A n***a Jump Stupid I'm Grabbing That Hammer Gotta Deuce Deuce It Go Through The Scanner You Say You Want Problems I Guess I'm The Answer Dyl Performing Go Get Ya Camera A n***a Jump Stupid I'm Grabbing That Hammer Gotta Deuce Deuce It Go Through The Scanner You Say You Want Problems I Guess I'm The Answer Lil bro Kyrin 459 You know he gotta 9 Bro Trimell He keep some shells you know he Murder Mob Big bro Wuda he's a shooter don't make him remind And We be Posted Ina South And That's Where All The Crime And We Don't Show Mercy At All We Hop Out Them Hummers I caught Lil shorty at the game he lucky he's a runner I feel like Nick with this cannon boy I am a drummer And I'm working Going crazy just wait on the summer