HICCUP (feat. Gunna)

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    B-Bossed up, yeah
    Bossed, hey!

    My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
    You don'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 re-e-ewind (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 bi-I-ih (yeah), mhm (on my bitch)
    That's drip all on my wri-I-ist (yeah), mhm (uh, on my wrist, yeah, yeah)

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    Ass fat (thick!), yeah, bring it right back (hey)
    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 (my wrist), my wrist sore (my wrist)
    You don'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 re-e-ewind (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 (that shit right back)
    24, on 24s (yeah, it's like that)
    Diamonds on my bi-I-I-I-itch, mhm
    That's drip all on my wri-I-ist, mhm

    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
    I was all alone, Yung Gunna ain't got no friends
    Wit ya bitch in the mall and spent a couple bands
    Don't talk at all ain't into shakin' hands
    She offer me some pussy, mouth 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

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