Play the Flick - Atm Brendo

"Dislocate your spine if you don't sign," he says "I'll have you seeing double" Mesmerize you when he's tongue-tied Simply with those eyes Synchronize your minds and see The beast within him rise Don't look back Don't look back It's a rip-off Flick of the wrist and you're dead, baby Blow him a kiss and you're mad Flick of the wrist - he'll eat your heart out A dig in the ribs and then a kick in the head He's taken an arm and taken a leg All this time, honey Baby, you've been had "Intoxicate your brain with what I'm saying If not, you'll lie in knee-deep trouble" "Prostitute yourself," he says "Castrate your human pride Sacrifice your leisure days Let me squeeze you 'till you've dried" Don't look back Don't look back It's a rip-off Work my fingers to my bones I scream with pain I still make no impression Seduce you with his money-make machine Cross-collateralize, (big-time money, money) Reduce you to a muzak-fake machine Then the last goodbye It's a rip-off Flick of the wrist and you're dead, baby Blow him a kiss and you're mad Flick of the wrist - he'll eat your heart out A dig in the ribs and then a kick in the head He's taken an arm and taken a leg All this time, honey

Look, tell them rap niggas we takin' over, had to change the flow up Now I'm in the Maybach sippin' a Spade mimosa Take a big and make the quota with the bakin' soda Pray to Jehovah, K with the shoulder strap, spray, it's over (brr) Wait, hold up, if I say so, spray your Rover Spray the fold-up, niggas good fellas like Ray Liotta (hah) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (brr) Shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up (cash) I'm from the East side, them niggas over there be wildin' (uh-huh) And catchin' bodies, throwin' bullets like Aaron Rodgers (talk to 'em) I'm lookin' at these rap niggas like, "Is there a problem?" (what's poppin', nigga?) I part the middle of your head like Larry Johnson (woo) Kush in the morning, drink my 'gnac in the day I'm tired of hearin' old niggas talk about back in the day (fuck outta here) I ride around with two things, that's a MAC and a K Act like I'm playin', I'm pullin' up and I'ma blast you away (brr brr, brr, brr) Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over (uh-huh) My shooter comin' off the bench like Kyle Korver (boom, boom, boom) Hide the body for a month and left a foul odor I'm Kobe Bryant on my team, I'm the fuckin' closer, nigga (Machine) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (yeah, shit real, nigga, uh) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (the whole house heard that shit, nigga) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga) (Empty them clips, homie) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (brr, brr, brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom) Daringer compared to RZA I'm compared to niggas that'll stab you in your face with a pair of scissors (hold that) Courtside watchin' the Wizards, Cartiers expensive (uh-huh) Air the extended (uh-huh), have you layin' somewhere in intensive (brr, brr, ah) I swing this MAC, I'm clearin' the fences Enough shooters on my team to embarrass the Pistons (nigga) The trap empty, all I had, kitchenware and a biscuit (that's it) I need a pile of dirty cash, and somewhere I can rinse it (uh-huh) This for my niggas in the Fed max who pray daily (I 'member that) My dawg pulled his mask up and sprayed 80 (brr) That's Wayne Perry shit, y'all niggas Wayne Bradys (y'all pussy, huh) I'm leavin' with your daughter if you can't pay me (what's poppin'?) These OGs 'round me real veterans (facts) My shooters real reckless, it take a lot for me to feel threatened (nigga) In interviews, they askin' real questions (like what?) Like, "Is you still hustlin'? In videos, you usin' real weapons?" (no comment) If it's time to clip you, we the ones to move I got the call about it before I seen it on the news (ah) Light brown interior, the seats peanut butter too The whole gang be doin' life if we leave it up to you (uh, you a rat, nigga) Everybody G 'til they get hit with a hawk (hit with a hawk) Walk the main line in the L and get hit with a fork (uh-huh) Had a clientele's list that was as big as New York That's why the door on my bedroom thick as a vault The Butcher, nigga, ah Ayo, no bricks in the Off-White RIMOWA Them shits see-through, we rock it for the culture Bodies on each pole, keep actin' like you know us (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Beautiful nightmares, we runnin' out of soda So much Dior Homme, thought I was Kim Jones Fuck it, cop me an island, dip the Benz in gold (skrrt) Cook another brick, then the kitchen closed (ah) Ran up in his locker, take that nigga phone (ah) Catch him in his cell, my ahk sprayed him up (brr) He did it for some oil and a prayer rug MachineGun in the summer, still wearin' gloves B.O meet me in the mess hall with all my Bloods Insha Allah, I see a hundred Get caught with it, I'll be home in three summers (ah) Get caught without it, might not live to speak about it My nigga still got 40, he might not leave up out it Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (yeah, shit real, nigga, uh) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (the whole house heard that shit, nigga) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga) (Empty them clips, homie) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (brr, brr, brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)

Boom flick paw mi d**k yaw gyal Come skin out no Hey gyal come flick paw mi d**k Come skin out no (1) Gyal come boom flick paw mi c**K Yo tight pu**y meck di buddy chip pon di top Mi c**key no deform and yo pu**y no handicap Flick, sit paw mi lap, ride like witch pon di map Boom flick from yo tight and yo full a di grip Some gyal done out dem punnany sick Gyal yo pretty pon di c**key when yo boom off di d**K Yo pu**y grip di buddy condom a come off in it Yo pu**y tight, tight, ta, ta, tight, tight Ta, ta, tight, ta, ta, tight, tight, ta, ta, tight, tight Gyal a seh shi tight but shi lie, lie Caw are man a seh are body dead shi fi si bright light A no yuh that (Repeat) (2) When mi seh boom flick gyal mi naw talk karate Flick pon di buddy wid yo tight, tight, punnany Gyal yo could a likkle, yo could a fat, yo could a swarthy Flick up pon di buddy, ride it like a cabasaki Mi no waan no dutty gyal, no gyal weh nasty Keep yo pu**y good and take care a yo body Like a gogo, flick paw mi when yo horny Good hole meck mi spend it no matter weh it cost mi Skin out and sprawl out When di f**k sweet yo gyal yuh fi bwal out It sweet like sugar cane Noise a meck mi put a pillow paw yo rass mouth (Repeat) (Repeat 1) (Repeat) (Repeat 2) (Repeat)