My sore (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 don't no one My wrist is frozen
Ice cold, too cold, Might Gave her and then I split, mhm like I got a shift, mhm Youngest poppin' shit, mhm Don't want no kids that's bad as shit, Had my whole 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, it right back I-I'm in the VIP, 'cause they pay me for this I'ma be here if I be here, that's car note on my wrist
My wrist sore, my 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 wrist is frozen
Ice cold, too cold, I her dick and then I split (Fuck a Birkin') Workin' like I got a (Puttin' work in) nigga poppin' shit (Bitch I'm certain) Don't want no that's bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans) Had my whole give and go (That shit 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 hear we got rich, mhm Jordan for the kids, mhm I it like a bridge, mhm my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz I was all alone, Young Gunna ain't got no We just went to the mall and a couple bands I'll talk it all and end up hands She me some pussy, might finesse My baguettes lookin' like some glass Might the pedal tryna do the dash
Mhm Mhm Mhm