Mvrcus Blvck - Wrist Motion lyrics

[Verse 1: The Game] I'm in the kitchen with soda 'Bout to bag me some grams Just to getting these cutlets Having dreams of a Lamb' 'Bout to wrap my bandana 'Fore I pull up at Tams Singing Tony Montana I'm talking yickins and yams I got them bricks off in that eh eh Them bricks off in that Benz The feds off in that thrift shop Tryna keep tabs on my ends And I docked that from my essay East LA for that low No surfboards, just turf wars With skis off in that snow I knew this b**h named Tanisha Kept the kush in the jar Used to smoke up her own sh** Pissed them drug dealers off And then her sister Felicia Asked to borrow my car Now I can't give you my whip But you can whip up this rock [Hook: The Game] Let me see that wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist Let me see that wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist motion Wrist motion, stop [Verse 2: Troy Ave] Dope boy, trill, yeah Coming through in the Benz And I brought 3 birds Inside this b**h and her friends We don't talk 3 words Where the money and then Flew on, too gone I cut those like a coupon Don't bounce back I'm a hustler from Brooklyn The other one in the back You know that's coming for cooking Silver ounce and roll I need a grand introduction Microwave 232 250 homie, what's ratchet? 'Bout to wrap up the yay Stirring the bird Wrist like Dr Jay Stirring the bird All of us like the both All of us standing tall Dipping since I ain't playing with n***as at all [Hook: The Game] Let me see that wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist Let me see that wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist motion Wrist motion, stop [Verse 3: MarcusBLACK] Let me see that wrist motion, wrist motion Pyrexs, dishes soaking Blood dripping, Crips loc'ing Heard you got it locked, I'm tryna get it open I ain't got the work, I gotta go to work But my uncle showed me how that soda work That brick form get them bricks going I show you how that Motorolla working That 2 way and that sky tell Running errands in the hall and the guys tell Might k** a n***a off, might as well Cause he got his hands all in my cell Like hi, my name is Not Slim Shady, but my game is American Sniper, but my range is Putting hallow tips in your an*s And I'm faded full like alpo Endo blowing out though I told my mama, I know Kanye She said what the f** you on my couch for? God damn, I thought I lived here Remember me? I was a kid here My pops left, I got a new pops Who the f** am I, n***a? 2Pac? Macaveli in the pen and pelly pell in the celly And telly, I'm watching belly righy now Baby mama say she want a mani-pedi And a wappy fetty, sh** I need a trap queen right now Pipe down, why I tell her I a crack fiend All these n***as selling, so you know what that means Back yard barbecue, these n***as with the magazine Mr black in my motherf**ing bad dream Ain't a rap n***a that can stop us We gon' pop up like a pop up book for toddlers Got these mobsters and them monsters Making mockery of your partner Selling Oxys to your doctor And that Apollo that I got from your Dr Dre And an AK I been working on this 9 to 5 all day While my n***as getting money all up in the hallway [Hook: MarcusBLACK] From that wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist motion, wrist Let me see that wrist motion Wrist motion, wrist motion b**h, s** my co*k Oh sh**, sorry doc