My wrist sore (true), my sore (true) You want no problems, bitch, no hiccups No hiccups, no hiccups, no hiccups, no He ain't bout that drama, bitch, no I trust no one My is lookin frozen
Ice cold, too cold, Might Gave her and then I split, mhm Workin' I got a shift, mhm nigga 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 your car on my wrist
My wrist sore, my sore You don't want no problems, bitch, no 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 lookin'
Ice cold, too cold, I Gave her dick and then I (Fuck a Birkin') Workin' I got a shift (Puttin' work in) Youngest poppin' shit (Bitch I'm certain) Don't want no kids bad as shit (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 hear we got rich, mhm Michael for the kids, mhm I collect it a bridge, mhm Copped my the latest Mercedes-Benz I was all alone, Young ain't got no friends We just went to the and spent a couple bands I'll talk it all and end up hands She me some pussy, might finesse My first lookin' like some glass Might pull the pedal do the dash
Mhm Mhm Mhm