HICCUP (Feat. Gunna)

B-Bossed up, yeah Bossed, hey! [Hook: Amine] 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) [Post-Hook: Amine] 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) [Verse 1: Amine] 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?) [Hook: Amine] 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) [Post-Hook: Amine] 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, now 24 (Yeah, it's like that) Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm That's drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm [Verse 2: Gunna] 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 collect it 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 first baguettes are lookin' like some glass Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash (mhm) [Outro: Amine] Mhm, yeah Mhm, yeah Mhm, yeah Mhm