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