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king dyl – flicka da wrist lyrics

{verse 1}
i woke up sold a zip and then prayed i got rich
hit a l1ck on a brick and spent 6 on my kicks
glock’s in my rocks man check out my fit
getting icy like paul and ain’t talking bout chris
gotta new 40 extended my clip
i’m good with the wood but rubber-ed my grip
wesson my weapon i stay next to smith
rob king dyl? then you tryna get k!lled
look at the arch on her back
keep me a pistol with beams that’s attached
i’m riding with 30’s but jay gotta mac
doing hits in all black man i feel like a bat
sippin this remi and flippin this quincy
got 22 shots don’t make it turn empty
use to rock coogi but now i rock fendi
use to drive blocks but now i want bentley’s
aye look at the fl1ck of the wrist
infrared beam so you know i don’t miss
diamonds so cold prolly gotta illness
i’m the king of remixes i had to k!ll this
man, check out the clip in my gun
33 shots so a n-gga can’t run
money a n-gga can say we got tons
flexing on n-ggas its just gettin fun
mane check out the ice on my watch
diamonds be shining i can’t see the clock
stop the portraying you real or you not
and i’m born in july so you know i’m gone pop
23 just like jordan you know it’s a glock
12 years old started working with pots
not talking bout crocks
a n-gga jump stupid i’m gone have to c-ck
make him feel them shots

{verse 2}
jesus all this ice on my arm
blinging it ain’t got an alarm
you see me king dyl gone perform
you tweaking bullets rain like a storm
bickin back boolin yickin yack yoolin
just bought a zip so you know what i’m doing
gotta new k so you know what i’m shooting
feel like vincent and sylvester blood gang suwooing
smoke out a swisher
bullets flying like magic they call me a wizard
rico a hitta i know he a hitcha
he shooting like curry but toting them clippers
who gone receive my bullets deliver
rob from izard throw opps ina river
birds like gizzards
ice like them blizzards
my n-ggas don’t shiver
because they some k!llers
my n-ggas some hittas
i’m prolly posted out on arch, but broski they from gaines
beezy world this family boy they don’t go by gang
yo n-ggas lames, we hitting stains, we robbed him for his chain
and beezy dead so boy don’t speak you bet not say his name
we caught an enemy in traffic, that was target practice
i love my mac, i love them straps, man i swear they attractive
he tried to run bro had a beam, he d-mn near hit a back flip
and we some fools with them tools, boy don’t get subtracted
dyl performing go get ya camera
a n-gga jump stupid i’m grabbing that hammer
gotta deuce deuce it go through the scanner
you say you want problems i guess i’m the answer
dyl performing go get ya camera
a n-gga jump stupid i’m grabbing that hammer
gotta deuce deuce it go through the scanner
you say you want problems i guess i’m the answer
lil bro kyrin 459 you know he gotta 9
bro trimell he keep some sh-lls you know he murder mob
big bro wuda he’s a shooter don’t make him remind
and we be posted ina south and that’s where all the crime
and we don’t show mercy at all we hop out them hummers
i caught lil shorty at the game he lucky he’s a runner
i feel like nick with this cannon boy i am a drummer
and i’m working going crazy just wait on the summer

- king dyl lyrics

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