Lyrics Wrist Game - Migos
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
1 Roll On
2 Roll On (feat. French Montana)
3 50 Chicks
4 You Better
5 Wrist Game
6 Night, Night
7 Nigga A Fool
8 MAMA Had A Fit
9 Intro
10 I'm Gucci
11 Naw, Naw
12 MAMA Had A Fit
13 Nigga A Fool
14 Night, Night
15 Wrist Game
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