HICCUP
B-Bossed up
Yeah
Bossed
(Hey!)
My wrist sore (True)
My wrist sore (True)
You ain't want no problems, bitch, no hiccups (No hiccups)
No hiccups (No hiccups)
No hiccups (No hiccups)
He ain't 'bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups (No hiccups)
I don't trust no one (No one)
My wrist is lookin frozen (Ice)
Ice cold, too cold, numb (It's cold)
I rewind (Woah)
Gave her dick and then I split (Yeah)
Mhm (Hee!)
Workin' like I got a shift (Yeah)
Mhm (Ayy)
Youngest nigga poppin' shit (Yeah)
Mhm (Uh-huh)
Don't want no kids, that's bad as shit (Yeah)
Yeah (No way!)
Had my whole life give and go (Yeah)
Mhm (True true)
24, on 24s (Yeah)
Mhm (Skrrt!)
Diamonds on my bitch (Yeah)
Mhm (On my bitch)
That's drip all on my wrist (Yeah)
Mhm (Yeah, on my wrist, yeah)
Ass fat (Thick!), yeah
Bring it right back (See)
I'm-I'm in the VIP, 'cause they pay me for this shit
I'ma be here if it's be here, that's your car note on my wrist
(Huh?)
My wrist sore (Worries)
My wrist sore (Worries)
You ain't want no problems, bitch, no hiccups (No hiccups)
No hiccups (No hiccups)
No hiccups (No hiccups)
He ain't 'bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups (No hiccups)
I don't trust no one (No one)
My wrist is lookin' frozen (Ice)
Ice cold, too cold, numb (It's cold)
I rewind (Woah)
Gave her dick and then I split (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck a Birkin (Yeah, yeah)
Workin' like I got a shift (Yeah, yeah)
Puttin' work in (Yeah, yeah)
Youngest nigga poppin' shit (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch I'm certain (Yeah)
Don't want no kids that's bad as shit
(Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (Yeah)
That shit right back
24, on 24s (Yeah)
Yeah it's like that
Diamonds on my bitch
Mhm
That's drip all on my wrist
Mhm
Put diamonds on my bitch
Mhm
Cuban bracelets on my wrist
Mhm
You hear that we got rich
Mhm
Michael Jordan for the kids
Mhm
I'm connected like a bridge
Mhm, copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz ('Cedes Benz)
I was all alone, Young Gunna ain't got no friends
With ya bitch in the mall and spent a couple bands (Couple bands)
Don't talk at all ain't into shakin' hands (Shakin' hands)
She offer me some pussy, mouth and ass (And ass)
My flawless baguettes are lookin' like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash (Mhm)
Mhm, yeah
Mhm, yeah
Mhm, yeah
Mhm
Yeah
Bossed
(Hey!)
My wrist sore (True)
My wrist sore (True)
You ain't want no problems, bitch, no hiccups (No hiccups)
No hiccups (No hiccups)
No hiccups (No hiccups)
He ain't 'bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups (No hiccups)
I don't trust no one (No one)
My wrist is lookin frozen (Ice)
Ice cold, too cold, numb (It's cold)
I rewind (Woah)
Gave her dick and then I split (Yeah)
Mhm (Hee!)
Workin' like I got a shift (Yeah)
Mhm (Ayy)
Youngest nigga poppin' shit (Yeah)
Mhm (Uh-huh)
Don't want no kids, that's bad as shit (Yeah)
Yeah (No way!)
Had my whole life give and go (Yeah)
Mhm (True true)
24, on 24s (Yeah)
Mhm (Skrrt!)
Diamonds on my bitch (Yeah)
Mhm (On my bitch)
That's drip all on my wrist (Yeah)
Mhm (Yeah, on my wrist, yeah)
Ass fat (Thick!), yeah
Bring it right back (See)
I'm-I'm in the VIP, 'cause they pay me for this shit
I'ma be here if it's be here, that's your car note on my wrist
(Huh?)
My wrist sore (Worries)
My wrist sore (Worries)
You ain't want no problems, bitch, no hiccups (No hiccups)
No hiccups (No hiccups)
No hiccups (No hiccups)
He ain't 'bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups (No hiccups)
I don't trust no one (No one)
My wrist is lookin' frozen (Ice)
Ice cold, too cold, numb (It's cold)
I rewind (Woah)
Gave her dick and then I split (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck a Birkin (Yeah, yeah)
Workin' like I got a shift (Yeah, yeah)
Puttin' work in (Yeah, yeah)
Youngest nigga poppin' shit (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch I'm certain (Yeah)
Don't want no kids that's bad as shit
(Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (Yeah)
That shit right back
24, on 24s (Yeah)
Yeah it's like that
Diamonds on my bitch
Mhm
That's drip all on my wrist
Mhm
Put diamonds on my bitch
Mhm
Cuban bracelets on my wrist
Mhm
You hear that we got rich
Mhm
Michael Jordan for the kids
Mhm
I'm connected like a bridge
Mhm, copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz ('Cedes Benz)
I was all alone, Young Gunna ain't got no friends
With ya bitch in the mall and spent a couple bands (Couple bands)
Don't talk at all ain't into shakin' hands (Shakin' hands)
She offer me some pussy, mouth and ass (And ass)
My flawless baguettes are lookin' like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash (Mhm)
Mhm, yeah
Mhm, yeah
Mhm, yeah
Mhm
Credits
Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Adam Amine Daniel, Terry Watson, Tedd Boyd, Yosief Berhe
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