{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 n***a can fuck with me, I got a red beam
Shoot a n***a 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 n***as hiding in my trees (in my trees)
Choppa fold, shoot a n***a 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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