Flick Of The Wrist - Bandokay, Double LZ, OFB

Shopping got flick shank in my pocket with a bullet

Big ting, but there’s nowhere to lock it

My young boy said the ting kept jammin'

Looked at big bro, should’ve kept on cockin'

In this yardie dance, who’s my man preein' my ting, asked bro, should’ve

knocked him

You ever heard knock-knock on your door?

Nobody don’t move and they keep on

knockin'

Bro got an angle on my man so this should not stop him

You ever circled the opp block for one individual, prayin' to God that you spot

him (Where you at?)

And too mad, he’s over tapped, wind down the back window and shot him

Me and bro like Batman and Robin

Back in the day used to bat man and rob him

Fick of the wrist when I swing this borer

Tryna rip man’s core up

Real definition of slaughter, spin that Corsa

Pull up with bro no Warner

Check that dots so it’s shorter

Shush got bored up, wet like water, civilians saw us

Rude, rude, rude, no cap, that’s out of order

That gyal is bruckin' it, yeah, she’s lovin' it

Beat and bounce, no cuddlin'

Just gave the D now she stutterin'

Pull up with corn and we gon' slap some of it

Bro popped one at him, hop for covering, bare man stumblin', them man are

sufferin'

If you was wonderin', he’s outside wanderin'

The first time I stepped out, man fell in love with it

My akhi’s out broad-day blastin'

Tell him «Cool down when you should be fastin'»

Gyal know who I am, why you askin'?

Why dem convo?

Slow down, you’re jarrin'

And bro once in the ends, get clartin'

Now he’s at home rechargin'

And gyal like just give it to Sav and bro get past it

Bandokay, I’m boss on my block so should I say Nizzy or Farm Block?

Make cell phones ring like alarm clocks

High road, road, broski clarted

Yo, feds on the kid, man park off

Dart off, big bro’s bark off

And don’t get me mad cah you get too mad and you don’t want Trapo to start off

If you wren’t able to ching or shoot like bando

Said you’re gettin' fling in the boot

Grip and shoot, won’t pick and choose

No ip-dip-does when the stick goes boom

Look at my friend like we’re drillers for true

Me and T we’re a similar yutes

Spin tings spin at him and his bruce

Hop out gang, start ringin' the broom

I’m out in the dark with a wap in my hand

Make it kick like Jackie Chan

You ever run man down with a sams that’s long as your leg tryna capture man?

My lil bro Sav he a sav, man he slapped off tryna hashtag dat

He ain’t tryna slide for the flats, why they lyin' for the tracks,

are you fine with that?

Yo, I guess Bradz fresh home like Dazza

Free V Jugg, done-done him a mazza

T Trap is a booter and trapper, slapper

Turn off your local rapper

I was in beef I didn’t go Napa

But I was with Crep, I was with MoStacka

Or should I say MoStack, don’t believe them, that boy’s a capper

Wheels go round and round whilst broski’s hangin' out tryna sound and sound

Broski reached for his pouch, got a ting that’s tall like Peter Crouch

Two tings, one West, one South

One come to the ends and open mouth

Me Bando, I like it in a T house but rap saved me and I’m on the way out

Gunshot for a fake or snake, when I wake and bake on a paper blane

Make it beat like 808, gave him a chase it’s a make or break

Tryna save your day when I aim

I’m tryna hit two man straight

Ride with phones, that’s basic played

Light tek, rise up the beat, let’s play

Dudu, really livin' with the spittin'

Do it for the fibbin', dem man do it for the image

My side ride with sticks like witches

Pop up, click it and tu’n man spinach

Spot two man, which one are we pickin'?

Ended up both like Headie One’s riddim

You already know I spit one livin'

Even in Carni we bring it

Police on my back and they keep it mind games

You got beef with who?

Heard man’s head that they all got migranes

I hate it when man move sideways

Some lightweight, not my way

Right now I’m on the beat with YJ

I got YK, the right way, the young G will shot when I say

Rude, rude, spill some juice

Broom, broom, sweep up yutes

Who’s on who?

My gang’s on you

Two two’s, an opp got spooned

10: 00 news

Got smoke in the ride tryna give him the twos

Poo, poo, my opps are poo

No way are we callin' a truce