Flick of the Wrist Video (MV)

(When I say free, y'all say SJ)
(Free)
(SJ)
(Ayy, spin that)

Bando, ayy, ayy, yo
Went shopping, flick shank in my pocket
Would've brought a big ting but there's nowhere to lock it (you know)
My young boy said the ting kept jammin'
Looked at big bro, should've kept on cockin' (cock it back)
In this yardie dance, who's my man preein' my ting
Asked bro, should I knock him? (Ayy)
You ever heard knock, knock on the door?
Nobody don't move and they keep on knockin'

Bro got an angle on my man
Said it's percy so I should not stop him (I won't)
You ever circled the opp block for one individual
Prayin' to bro that you spot him? (Where you at?)
And do two malis, he's over tapped
Wind down the back window and shot him (baow, baow)
Me and bro like Batman and Robin
Back in the day, used to bat man and rob him (ayy)

Flick of the wrist when I swing this borer (swing)
Tryna rip man's core up
Real definition of slaughter, spin that Corsa
Pull up with bro, no Warner
Chop 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 her 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'?
Wantin' convo, slow down, you're jarrin' (slow down)
And bro was trapped in the ends, get clartin'
Now he's at home rechargin' (ayy)
And gyal like shy oh my, just give it to Sav and bro get past him (yo)

BandoKay, I'm boss on my block so should I say Nizzy or Farm Blocks?
Make cells ring like alarm clocks
High road, what road? Broski clart off
And yo, feds on the kid, man park off
Dart off, big bro's on it, bark off (baow)
And don't get me mad 'cause you get T mad
And you don't want Trapo to start off (Trapo)

If you weren't able to ching or shoot like Bando
Said you're gettin' fling in the boot (Bando)
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 (baow)
Me and T and we're similar yutes (we are)
Spin tings spins at him and his bruce (doot, doot, doot, doot)
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
As long as your leg tryna capture man?
My lil' bro Sav or sav'o, he slapped off four tryna hashtag dat
He ain't tryna slide on my 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 (mazza)
T Trap is a booter and trapper, slapper
Turn off your local rapper (you know)
I was in beef, I didn't go Napa
I was with Krept, I was with MoStacka (ayy, ayy)
Or should I say MoStack, don't believe them, that boy's a capper

The wheels go round and round
While bros hangin' out tryna sound and sound out (baow, baow)
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 loved it in the T-house
But rap saved me and I'm on the way out

Gunshot for a fake or snake, when I wake and bake, buil' a paper plane (buil' it up)
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 (let's play, uh-uh)

Dudu, really livin' with the spittin'
The fibbin', dem man do it for the image
My side ride with sticks like witches
Pop up, click it and turn man spinach
Spot two man, which one are we pickin'? (Ayy)
Ended up both like Headie One's riddim
You already know I spit what I'm livin'
Even in Carni, we bring it (Bando)

Police on my back and they keep playing mind games (dickheads)
You got beef with who? Hurt mans head now they all got migraines
I hate it when man move sideways
Some lightweight, not my way (never)
Right now, I'm on the beat with WhyJay
I got YK, the right way, my young G will shoot when I say (baow, baow)

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
Ten o'clock news
Got smoke in the ride tryna give him the twos (blaow)
Poo, poo, my opps are poo
No way are we callin' a truce