Takeoff - Wrist Game lyrics

[Quavo] Aye yo' name must be Ray Allen or somethin' You got game n***a f** yo' game; I got wrist game [Hook: Quavo x2] I just bought a Bentley wit' my wrist game Earn my plug trust wit' my wrist game f** a calculator, I got wrist game Built a house wit' c**aine wit' my wrist game [Verse 1: Quavo] Built a house wit' c**aina I'm livin' like a eskimo Pull up on Tito, he posted at the local corner store He need a half a bag, remixin' wit' half a swag Don't hit my phone, won't talk to you, no need to call me back Whip game, hurricane, feelin' like Bruce Wayne Ice chain from Johnny Dang, diamonds kickin' like Liu Kang Naked b**hes in the kitchen sniffin' off of dishes Got them Thanksgiving turkeys, Quavo sellin' whole chickens Servin' patients like a clinic, runnin' bands up at Lenox Quavo President Clinton, selling Monica Lewinsky I might pull up on you wit' the birds in that 'Rari engine When them plays come my way, I might catch it like a mitten [Hook] [Verse 2: Takeoff] When you got wrist game you can get anything Gold chains, bought my index a Versace ring So much coke in my trap spot, the pot's hot Money jumpin' out my shoe box like Jack Box b**hes whippin' in the kitchen, bra and panties off Never think 'bout juugin' cause they know I cut they fingers off Catch me in Bahamas in Versace sandals Takeoff got that A-1 dope whip game, Mrs. Campbells Flats in my panorama, watch me change the channels All these damn babies, use saran for the pampers Change my name to Tetris cause I got so many blocks In the trunk I got two blocks I might just pull up on yo' block [Hook] [Verse 3: Offset] My whip game it is so crazy get them bricks from them boys in Haiti Cocaine and water create it, in the kitchen I'm making them babies Yo' closet filled wit' Old Navy, my closet filled wit' old babies I'm whippin', I'm whippin' them pots in the kitchen, you know I be gettin' I'm flippin' them benjis Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin' yo' throat, before I buy coke, I gotta get quote Breads by the loads, bring 'em on boats, I fly overseas I'm doin' the most No lie, I will take a oath, finesse the plug, it's time for a toast I started wit' 'bows and started wit' grams and now I'm sellin' them wholes I feel like John Gotti, them bricks in my Masi Let's have a trap party, I'm bringin' iCarly They think that I'm surfin', my dope is so gnarly Lil' Daryll whip, my dope is retarded The feds keep talkin', they say I'm a target I'm slam dunkin' bricks they call me Amar'e You know I got bucks but not from Milwaukee It's never a drought, it's bricks on the market [Hook]