Icey Wrist

[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)