Icey Wrist

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[Intro] Yeah, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, uh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh (Icey wrist) Yeah, ho' (Top Floor Boss) Yeah (Icy wrist) (Thadd, Thadd, Thadd) Yeah (Top Floor Boss) Yeah (Uh) [Verse] I got ice, icy wrist, finna go and buy a stick, dawg Ice, icy bitch, and she love to drip this shit, dawg I don't know where this shit came from, shit, it started gettin' lit And I don't know why I be stuck like this, but I can't trust no bitch, dawg High price fashion, I'm addicted to this Rick, dawg Marilyn Manson, Dark Lord, castle, rockstar shit [?] these niggas, tryna come and take my dick, damn Mosh out, yeah, they all moshin' and shit Bitch, I'm hot, in the spot, I'm too turnt up, bitch, I'm lit And my jeans YSL, yeah, they hold my racks up in this shit And this bitch fine as hell, can I get your number, lil' bitch? Uh, toxic, yeah, they all toxic as shit Walkеd up to my jeweler, told him, "I don't likе how that shit fit" I want a Richard Mille, so I need a million off licks And this bitch think she perfect, but I bet she still gon' let me hit Uh, watchin', yeah, they all watchin' and shit I touch down in your city, and I get to shoppin' and shit I touch down in your city, and your bitches flockin' and shit Damn, I'm awesome, real shit, lemme talk to you, bitch I'm on the top floor, boolin', yes, I'm bossy, lil' bitch I'm chasin' M&M's, no, I can't get lost in this shit My diamonds hittin', man, yeah, they really glossy, lil' bitch Yeah, let's get it, man, fuck, what you talking 'bout, bitch I don't pop no xans, we pop rubber bands in this bitch Yeah, you niggas stagnant, I'm goin' up, now they sick (Damn) (Uh) (Up, now they sick, yeah) (Yeah, I'm goin' up, now they sick) (Oh yeah)
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- Destroy Lonely