My wrist (true), my wrist sore (true) You don't want no problems, bitch, no No hiccups, no hiccups, no hiccups, no He ain't bout drama, bitch, no hiccups I trust no one My wrist is frozen
Ice cold, too cold, Might her dick and then I split, mhm Workin' I got a shift, mhm Youngest nigga shit, mhm Don't want no that's bad as shit, yeah Had my life give 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 back I-I'm in the VIP, 'cause pay me for this shit I'ma be here if I be here, that's your car on my wrist
My sore, my wrist sore You want no problems, bitch, no hiccups No hiccups, no hiccups, no hiccups, no He ain't bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups, no I don't trust no one (no one!), my is lookin' frozen
Ice cold, too cold, I Gave her and then I split (Fuck a Birkin') Workin' I got a shift (Puttin' work in) Youngest poppin' shit (Bitch I'm certain) Don't want no kids that's bad as (Hold up, I had plans) Had my whole life 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 collect it a bridge, mhm Copped my bitch the latest I was all alone, Young Gunna ain't got no We just to the mall and spent a couple bands I'll it all and end up shakin' hands She me some pussy, might finesse My first baguettes like some glass Might pull the pedal do the dash
Mhm Mhm Mhm