A92 - Wrist On Bop lyrics

(performed by Dbo Fundz, Nikz & Ksav) It's K 92 baby Uh huh, Young Nikz Dbo Fundz, you can't miss me on roads My side, my side we got it on lock Mans got the food in pots I whipped that up let the ting turn rock (yo) Look at the flick of the wrist My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop, ayy Look at the flick of the wrist My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop, ayy, ayy My wrist on bop My side, my side we got it on lock (woosh) Mans got the food in pots I whipped that up let the ting turn rock Look at the flick of the wrist My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop, ayy Look at the flick of the wrist My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop, ayy, ayy My wrist on bop My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop You know me I've chilled on the block Are they really riding? Of course they're not D-town all about p's and bops So it's love for the money Not love for a thot Yute over there got drenched in his liver I guess he was left in this pool like Klopp Bare juice spilled now we're 7 up My team we stay on top Cause you know we set trends they copy I'm a boss like Hugo So mind how you speak or you'll have to get boxed like Rocky I want ice, no hockey Yutes get bucked, I ain't talking Milawaukee I told bro just slap that shotty Gyally on me cause she wants this co*ky Miss Polly had the dolly It was 666 but she probably wouldn't want to hold this dick Heard that they came to the A That's calm cah I'm on the B side really tryna catch this prick Ask your paigon bae how the mandem taste Cah true say she just su*ked nuff dick When I do it on my jays like Hus, no cap I step with my bro like Morty and Rick Look at the flick of the wrist when I backed that Scored 3 points, call me Stephen Curry Squashed 5 man in the back, double tap that Search and destroy, tryna catch me a body Do it like S tryna pack me a Niner On the opp block like, let's find wally My and my riders school these kids So more time they don't even gotta go colly My side, my side we got it on lock Mans got the food in pots I whipped that up let the ting turn rock (yo) Look at the flick of the wrist My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop, ayy Look at the flick of the wrist My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop, ayy, ayy My wrist on bop My side, my side we got it on lock (woosh) Mans got the food in pots I whipped that up let the ting turn rock Look at the flick of the wrist My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop, ayy Look at the flick of the wrist My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop, ayy, ayy My wrist on bop I need a bad b like Keisha I need a real one Alakeisha Spin the whip get the smoke like shisha One hand on the wheel, other hand on Teresa She listens to me, I'm the preacher Preach her, now she staring Mona Lisa This is how we do like Rita If you ain't with it then it's bad like Felicia Yo, it's K, I can't lie on the beat no way Went to the strip, where's crème brulee? I heard he done legs and left his mates Ayy, ayy, where's bae, shake that ass Go cray, go cray Sipping on gin or some champagne She go on her knees, she ain't going to pray No way Bad one, arch it One back it, she ratchet Grab waps and slap it Hella man take off like rocket Swing it and cheff it Got flickys in our pockets And I make cats jump like moshpits More time 'cause we got plugs no sockets I beef dads, I ain't gonna lie I don't give a fu*k I don't care about age ni**as go gym and they come to the block Make a big man duss when I back this gauge We had Ponto hiding in barbershops No trims but he can get shaved The feds ain't pull up He woulda been dead up Pissed 'cause the paigon boy got saved Oi NIkz Wagwan Did you get the brudda? Go stunt for the net you actors And I seen nuff green like farmers And you know I've been in the field like tractors See me in the real life babe I'm a real life thug Tryna turn man ghost like Casper If I hop on the track it's a wrap, it's a wrap Cause they know I'm a well known rapper My side, my side we got it on lock Mans got the food in pots I whipped that up let the ting turn rock Look at the flick of the wrist My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop, ayy Look at the flick of the wrist My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop, ayy, ayy My wrist on bop My side, my side we got it on lock Mans got the food in pots I whipped that up let the ting turn rock Look at the flick of the wrist My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop, ayy Look at the flick of the wrist My wrist on bop, my wrist on bop, ayy, ayy My wrist on bop