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