[Verse]
They call me the wrist twister
A sick picture
Slick wit it, slide in, hair back, no scrimmage
Burn one, pull back, line up, hoe, get it
Whole image, goal finished, hide, duck, no slivers
Take an excursion, my version, a getaway
Merge in a lane, on my life, bet another day
I don’t know what’s gotten into me
I just feel like a one-man grooving machine
Shit, I’m clean, pristine and my eyes be keen
Spot out a queen and I make her my dream
Cause they always coming true, ha, shit, who would’ve knew?
Eye me a dime piece my vision be like glue
I’m through, no one really living like they say they do
I can’t really talk, only do
Shit, I’m slicker than your momma’s lube
Hit the floor and I dance while I drop a few
You already know what it is