Wrist Motion Lyrics - Singles - Marcus Black

I'm in the kitchen with soda 

'Bout to bag me some grams 

Just a kid in a Cutlass 

Having dreams of a Lamb' 

'Bout to wrap my bandana 

'Fore I pull up at Tams 

Slanging 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 got that from my esa 

East LA for that low 

No surfboards, just turf wars 

With skis off in that snow 

I knew this bitch named Tanisha 

Kept the kush in the jar 

Used to smoke up her own shit 

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 raw 

Let me see 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 

Wrist motion, stop 

Dope boy Troy Ave 

Coming through in a Benz 

And I brought 3 birds 

Beside this bitch 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 

Sold a ounce of raw to my Russian 

Microwave 232 to 250 homie was rushin' 

'Bout to wrap up the yay 

Stirring the bird 

Wrist like Dr Jay 

Stirring the bird 

All of us like to ball 

All of us standing tall 

Difference is 

I ain't playing with niggas at all 

Let me see 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 

Wrist motion, stop 

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 Skytel 

Running errands in the hall if the guys tell 

Might kill a nigga off nigga might as well 

'Cause he got his hands all in my cell 

I'm like hi, my name is 

Not Slim Shady, but my game is 

American Sniper, but my range is 

Putting hallow tips in your anus 

And I'm faded full like alpo 

Endo blowing out though 

I told my mama, I know Kanye 

She said what the fuck 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 fuck am I, nigga? 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, shit I need a trap queen right now 

Pipe down, why I tell her I a crack fiend 

All these niggas selling soap you know what that means 

Back yard barbecue, these niggas with the magazine 

Mr black in my motherfucking bad dream 

Ain't a rap nigga 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 

That Impala that I got from the Dr Dre 

And an AK 

I been working on this 9 to 5 all day 

While my niggas getting money all up in the hallway 

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 

Bitch, suck my cock 

Oh shit, sorry doc