Wrist Game

(album: Streets On Lock - 2013)

[Quavo]
Aye yo' name must be Ray Allen or something
You got game nigga
Fuck 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
Fuck a calculator, I got wrist game
Built a house wit' cocaine wit' my wrist game

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Built a house wit' cocaina I'm living like a eskimo
Pull up on Tito, he posted at the local corner store
He need a half a bag, remixing wit' half a swag
Don't hit my phone, won't talk to you, no need to call me back
Whip game, hurricane, feeling like Bruce Wayne
Ice chain from Johnny Dang, diamonds kicking like Liu Kang
Naked bitches in the kitchen sniffing off of dishes
Got them Thanksgiving turkeys, Quavo selling whole chickens
Serving patients like a clinic, running 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 jumping out my shoe box like Jack Box
Bitches whipping in the kitchen, bra and panties off
Never think 'bout juuging 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 whipping, I'm whipping them pots in the kitchen, you know I be getting I'm flipping them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cutting yo' throat, before I buy coke, I gotta get quote
Breads by the loads, bring 'em on boats, I fly overseas I'm doing the most
No lie, I will take a o, finesse the plug, it's time for a toast
I started wit' 'bows and started wit' grams and now I'm selling them wholes
I feel like John Gotti, them bricks in my Masi
Let's have a trap party, I'm bringing iCarly
They think that I'm surfing, my dope is so gnarly
Lil' Daryll whip, my dope is retarded
The feds keep talking, they say I'm a target
I'm slam dunking 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]