My sore (true), my wrist sore (true) You don't no problems, bitch, no hiccups No hiccups, no hiccups, no hiccups, no He ain't that drama, bitch, no hiccups I don't no one My wrist is frozen
Ice cold, too cold, re-e-e-e-e-ewind Gave her and then I split, mhm like I got a shift, mhm Youngest poppin' shit, mhm want no kids that's bad as shit, yeah Had my whole life and go, mhm 24, on 24's, mhm on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm That's all on my wri-i-ist, mhm
Ass fat, bring it right I-I'm in the VIP, they pay me for this shit I'ma be if I be here, that's your car note on my wrist
My wrist sore, my sore You don't want no problems, bitch, no No hiccups, no hiccups, no hiccups, no He bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups, no hiccups I don't trust no one (no one!), my wrist is lookin'
Ice cold, too cold, I Gave her dick and I split (Fuck a Birkin') Workin' like I got a shift (Puttin' in) Youngest nigga poppin' (Bitch I'm certain) Don't want no kids bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans) Had my life give and go (That shit right back) 24, now 24 (Yeah, like that) on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm That's all on my wri-i-ist, mhm
on my bitch, mhm Cuban on my wrist, mhm You that we got rich, mhm Michael for the kids, mhm I it like a bridge, mhm my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz I was all alone, Gunna ain't got no friends We went to the mall and spent a couple bands I'll it all and end up shakin' hands She offer me some pussy, might My first baguettes lookin' like some Might the pedal tryna do the dash
Mhm Mhm Mhm