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