WRIST HURT

{Intro}

Aye

It's that wrist work, my wrist hurt, aye

My diamonds hurt aye

{Verse 1}

It's that wrist work

Bitch my diamonds dancin' and my fuckin' wrist hurt

Bitch don't play with my money i'll stomp yo head on the dirt

I got Gucci bees flyin' on my fuckin' shirt

12 pull up then I skrt, skrt skrt

Ain't no nigga can fuck with me, I got a red beam

Shoot a nigga up and his whole fuckin' team

Bitch I do what I want, this ain't no fuckin' dream

[?} Shirt {?} shorts, it's that ice cream

I got ice drippin out of my bloodstream (aye, aye)

Bitch i'm (?) up with Nike, fuck a Supreme (aye, aye)

I love (?), but it's not what it fuckin' seems (yah, yah)

Underground forever, fuck the mainstream (fuck the mainstream)

Fuck whoever hold me back, they won't stop me (they won't stop me)

They say $NOT fallin' down, bitch I disagree (disagree)

Yellow diamonds piss gold, like my fuckin' pee (aye)

I'm in love with a tech and a {?}

Bitch i'm living lavish drinkin' on that fuckin' tea (on that fuckin' tea)

I can see you fuck niggas hiding in my trees (in my trees)

Choppa fold, shoot a nigga up with a breeze (with a breeze)

{Chorus}

It's that wrist work, that wrist work

My wrist hurt, diamonds dancing make my wrist hurt, wrist hurt

Wrist work, my wrist work, wrist hurt

*INCOMPLETE*