WRIST HURT lyrics

{Intro}
Aye
It's that wrist work, my wrist hurt, aye
My diamonds hurt aye

{Verse 1}
It's that wrist work
b*tch my diamonds dancin' and my f*ckin' wrist hurt
b*tch don't play with my money i'll stomp yo head on the dirt
I got Gucci bees flyin' on my f*ckin' shirt
12 pull up then I skrt, skrt skrt
Ain't no n*gga can f*ck with me, I got a red beam
Shoot a n*gga up and his whole f*ckin' team
b*tch I do what I want, this ain't no f*ckin' dream
[?} Shirt {?} shorts, it's that ice cream
I got ice drippin out of my bloodstream (aye, aye)
b*tch i'm (?) up with Nike, f*ck a Supreme (aye, aye)
I love (?), but it's not what it f*ckin' seems (yah, yah)
Underground forever, f*ck the mainstream (f*ck the mainstream)
f*ck whoever hold me back, they won't stop me (they won't stop me)
They say $NOT fallin' down, b*tch I disagree (disagree)
Yellow diamonds p*ss gold, like my f*ckin' pee (aye)
I'm in love with a tech and a {?}
b*tch i'm living lavish drinkin' on that f*ckin' tea (on that f*ckin' tea)
I can see you f*ck n*ggas hiding in my trees (in my trees)
Choppa fold, shoot a n*gga 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


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