Wrist - Logic, Pusha T

Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit

Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this

Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit

Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this

Yeah, I’ve been, yeah I’ve been killin' this, killin' this shit

Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve been killin' this, cookin' that

Killin' this, flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve killin' this shit

Yeah, I’ve hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah, I’ve flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this

Let me tell you 'bout the young man

Matter of fact, I’ma let Push tell that

Tell you 'bout the old man

Had a change of heart and then fell back

Old man lived a long life

Walked around with a long knife

You ain’t cut the white like Jesus

That Colombiana, that’s mi hermanos (YUGH)

Look at the flick of that wrist

I’m feelin' like Leonardo

Let me paint a picture, I might need a bottle

On the road to success, I could feel the throttle

That Michelangelo, hundreds in the envelope

Tight shit when I write shit

And that old man had a change of heart

Wish he knew it back from the start like goddamn

Looked around, seen his wife on the ground

Military bussin' bullets all over the whole compound

Soon as he seen it, I swear it, I mean it, my members go quicker than vamonos

He dead, she dead, he in jail

Everyone fallin' like dominoes

Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit

Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this

Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit

Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this

Yeah, I’ve been, yeah I’ve been killin' this, killin' this shit

Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve been killin' this, cookin' that

Killin' this, flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve killin' this shit

Yeah, I’ve hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah, I’ve flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this

Simple logic

Clockwise, counterclockwise, realest nigga in the top five

Other four ain’t rap niggas, I’m just reppin' for the blow side

Yuugh, that’s coastlines, Panama for the boat rides

Worth billions, and we ain’t even need Showtime

Just money counters and kitchenwear

Condo with a bitch in there

Two scales and baggies, we got rich in there, woo!

The Rollie’s been the trophy since Hawaiian Sophie

Curry over Kobe, we shootin' niggas

Splash brothers with the coca, add in baking soda

Goodfellas to my niggas (Yuugh) all Ray Liottas

Shades of blue, I aim at you

Let the sky fall, let it rain on you

Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit

Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this

Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit

Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this

Yeah, I’ve been, yeah I’ve been killin' this, killin' this shit

Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve been killin' this, cookin' that

Killin' this, flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve killin' this shit

Yeah, I’ve hard in the paint, not a single assist

Yeah, I’ve flickin' that wrist

Yeah, I’ve cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this