Wrist Flooded lyrics

[Intro: Lil Blade]
(Good lookin', good lookin', Dnell)
Big Blade, n*gga
Ha
All this Icewood this, Icewood that, n*gga
Shut your ho-ass up, n*gga
Your b*tch off my di*k 'til you get on mine, nephew
Ha (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Blade]
Yeah, n*ggas out here speakin' my name
Ain't got a crib or a car, just a petty-ass chain
Yeah, neck, face, and wrist, call me rose gold Blade
n*gga, tell a b*tch I love her, I'm just playin' with her brain
Yeah, plug front a hundred pack, the whole bag gone
I ain't friendly with these n*ggas, I'm an as*h*le
I like bad b*tches, rat hoes get passed on
Catchin' contact with Rey, whip it with no mask on (Damn)
All this rap sh*t di*k sucked out
We can't do a song, but you can gеt your b*tch f*cked now
Used to hold up my chain, I hold my wrist up now
Been humble for somе years, but they got me p*ssed off now
Yeah, I be treatin' grown men like they lil' n*ggas
Born boss, yeah, my grandaddy Will, n*gga
I can't hear the small talk in the hills, n*gga
Better boss your b*tch up 'cause Icewood will, n*gga (Ha)
[Chorus: Lil Blade]
Yeah, 'bows of the cook, got my wrist flooded
I ain't have to do too much to get your b*tch f*ckin' (I ain't have to do nothin')
It just bang the whole pint, I'm tryna hit somethin'
Just got some cold-ass head, it's only 10 somethin'
Yeah, you want how much for these? Give me a good hour
Yeah, thought I wasn't 'bout to ball, you off some good powder
Knock a n*gga lights out, thought he had some good power
Had to wrap it extra tight, it smell a lil' sour (Let's get it)

[Verse 2: G.T.]
You know me, n*gga, four presis
f*ck what they call me, call me plain jane Gary
A thousand-eight for the Cuban link, this b*tch heavy
Bustin' down in a small town, feel like Belly
That sh*t you doin', we done been there, did that
This a brick house, you only chill where the bigs out
Crushin' 'em, deep dish Forgis with the big caps
Stuffed big-ass motor, yeah, big 'Cats
Really winnin', got this b*tch in a choke hold
Be win, hold up the matching rose gold
b*tch, an anniversary, you know it cost a lil' more
I can't even chill without a n*gga tryna flex his gold

[Chorus: Lil Blade]
Yeah, 'bows of the cook, got my wrist flooded
I ain't have to do too much to get your b*tch f*ckin' (I ain't have to do nothin')
It just bang the whole pint, I'm tryna hit somethin'
Just got some cold-ass head, it's only 10 somethin'
Yeah, you want how much for these? Give me a good hour
Yeah, thought I wasn't 'bout to ball, you off some good powder
Knock a n*gga lights out, thought he had some good power
Had to wrap it extra tight, it smell a lil' sour (Let's get it)