Migos – Wrist Game Lyrics

Migos – Wrist Game Lyrics
Wrist Game
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    "Wrist Game." - Migos

    Album: Rich Shooters
    Track No: 07
    Aye yo' name must be Ray Allen or somethin'
    You got game nigga
    Fuck yo' game; I got wrist game

    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

    Built a house wit' cocaina 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 bitches 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

    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
    Bitches 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

    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

    Writer(s): Zaytoven.

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