[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