Yice - My Wrist Lyrics

My wrist, It icy (it icy)
That bitch, too classy (too classy)
That ass?, she back it (she back it)
That ass?, I smack it (I smack it)
My drip?, high fashion (high fashion)
New whip?, It's fast (It's fast)
Slow down, don't crash it (don't crash it)
What happen?
What happen?
I got em all askin
What happened? (what happen?)
Yo money disappeared like magic (like magic)
You know you're not about the action (uh huh)
Don't let us catch yo ass lackin (pussy)
The money I bring in you know you can't match It
Came up from the gutter, now we in a mansion
You do it for money, we do it for passion
Im takin a flick, now I need me a caption
I post on the gram and I see her reaction
I know that she want me but she gotta wait
She gotta wait,
She knew that I would be great,
I be movin state to state,
Too many baddies say they wanna date, (let's go)
She gettin mad I'm replying late,
Hit it one last time
Like the ball with 8
Bitch I'm the goat
It ain't for debate
My wrist, It icy (it icy)
That bitch, too classy (too classy)
That ass?, she back it (she back it)
That ass?, I smack it (I smack it)
My drip?, high fashion (high fashion)
New whip?, It's fast (It's fast)
Slow down, don't crash it (don't crash it)
What happen?
What happen?
I do not f*ck with no groupie ass hoe (nah)
You gotta back it, back it away
Shout out my slatts, we gon' find us a way
I know we've seen better days
Love my guys I wouldn't trade,
Gotta stay solid and watch for the snakes,
They movin' in silence but makin' mistakes,
I'm out in Madrid and making the plays
I'm not on the team you could see where I stay,
Penthouse view an expensive vaca
We do not care what you really gon' say,
Yo girl lost interest she follow my way
I met her today and she just wanna lay
She said she love me ain't heard it since May
Getting the money best part of my day
You better stay on your lane
I be doing my own thang
Couple brothers whippin' stangs
Couple brothers take yo thangs
Couple brothers pullin' up
And leave your house stained
Couple brothers take your chains (yeah)
We mixin' the money, we makin' it rain
Me and my brothers, we hit you with range
I got too much heat that shit is insane
We know who we hitting, we don't gotta aim
My wrist, It icy (it icy)
That bitch, too classy (too classy)
That ass?, she back it (she back it)
That ass?, I smack it (I smack it)
My drip?, high fashion (high fashion)
New whip?, It's fast (It's fast)
Slow down, don't crash it (don't crash it)
What happen?
What happen?
Can tell I'm a varsity swimmer
The way that I'm drippin'
I'm drippin hard as hell
Don't know anybody that's doing it like me
They hatin' on me i can tell for real
Crossing my fingers I'm prayin' everyday
The vibes are so wavy, they too hard to kill
They actin fugazy, I do what I say
You come f*ck around and find out for real
Come f*ck up around