Flick of the Wrist (Remix)

Look at the flick of dat wrist . Look how my arm twist.

I know you wish, you could cook the coco like this.

Learned from the best, so I'm a wiz in this shit.

The look in yo' eyes say you wanna hit.

I don't sell drugs, I just supply.

Quality the best ever no lie.

Oh me oh my. Got the whole clique high.

Slicker than slick, man I'm sly.

Catchin' bodies, givin' food to the buzzards and flies.

You tellin' my secrets, so you gotta die.

When this gun in yo' face nigga, don't ask me why.

I don't like a lot of questions.

Ain't got no use for confessions, save that shit for the reverend.

All my crack money is a blessin'.

It come from from the shit I whip wit' my wrist.

Give you the shit then disappear in the mist.