Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Left Wrist Icey , by - Tee Grizzley. Release date: 05.05.2021
Song language: English
Left Wrist Icey |
| What’s up, baby, I’m doin' ad-libs right now, you hear me? |
| (Five hunnid) |
| I’m doin' ad-libs right now |
| Yeah |
| Hold on, hold on, I’m 'bout to call you right back |
| (Helluva made the beat, baby) |
| Twin Grizzleys, ayy |
| Left wrist icey, right wrist icey |
| Left wrist icey, right wrist icey |
| Belt was a stack (Huh), shoes was a stack |
| Belt was a stack (Huh), shoes was a stack |
| Ayy, these boys lame as fuck, I got facial recognition (Huh) |
| Murder mag manager, I got it out the kitchen |
| I’ll elevate your bum ass career, with my mention |
| Dawg mad so I hit his bitch and doubled up the tension (Haha) |
| Dropped the Range Rover just to move through the snow (Skrrt) |
| Drumroll forty 'cause I move when it’s go (Ayy) |
| Yeah, I heard your song, it was cool but you broke (Yeah) |
| Yeah, I heard you play with that tool, but you bold (Yeah) |
| I walk in the club and get to trippin' like my lace loose (Make it rain) |
| Hit I gotta (Okay), I bought that bitch some Prada (Okay) |
| Too much money on my plate, heavyweight, bitch I’m eight deuce (Okay) |
| Check that bag like a guala, on my momma (Woo) |
| Niggas hate when I talk money 'cause they ain’t got none (Hey) |
| Make a opp run (Hey), call a hunnid round Glock fun |
| Five hunnid essays, my niggas had a high run (Five hunnid) |
| Dreamed I was in a Benz so I dropped one (Skrrt) |
| Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack |
| Tool on the TEC, fool and get whacked, uh |
| Smooth but, I don’t play by rules, so get back (Okay) |
| Don’t wear blue so I’ma buy the Loub’s just to match it (Okay) |
| Jumpin' over niggas leapin' |
| Hit that pussy for a hour off them pills, I, uh |
| Eliminate, I’m sleep |
| Teacher asked who I wanna be, I said, «My nigga Tee» |
| Whole squad throwin' up the B’s like I hit a three |
| Left wrist icey (Hey), right wrist icey (Hey) |
| Bitch tried to spike me (Hey) |
| Feds try to 'dict me (Hey) |
| Saint Laurent shirt, nah, bitch this ain’t no white tee |
| Put all my niggas on that screen like I’m Spike Lee |
| Cooler on the TEC, four-five, Nina busser |
| Baby wanna be my kids momma, I can’t trust her |
| Pussy was amazin' but I can’t even cuff her |
| Too much bread, I can’t even spread chunky peanut butter (Ooh) |
| If you know your bitch bad, nigga, please, tuck her |
| Tell her new nigga, «Take a knee, I done fucked her» (Okay) |
| Pussy was amazin' but I can’t even cuff her (Okay) |
| Too much bread like I’m tryna spread chunky peanut butter |
| Nigga, left wrist icey (Hey), right wrist icey (Hey) |
| Left wrist icey (Hey), right wrist icey (Hey) |
| Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack |
| Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack |
| Nigga, left wrist icey (Yeah), right wrist icey (Both of 'em) |
| Left wrist icey (Yeah), right wrist icey (Hunnid on that bitch) |
| Belt was a stack (Yeah), shoes was a stack (What else?) |
| Belt was a stack (What else?), shoes was a stack (Talk to 'em) |
| Ask God to help me take flight (Yeah) |
| Now I know how it feel to everything, except wear fake ice (Facts) |
| Only tell the truth to Jesus, when we talk on late nights (Amen) |
| Like, «You know I committed every sin except for rape, right? |
| (Did everything) |
| Waitin' on our momma now, they gave me back my brother (He hard) |
| My chain cost the same way I keep it, that’s a hunnid (Whole hunnid) |
| The shooter got his passport, we’ll blow you down in London (Boom) |
| Next time a nigga diss me, ask 'em, «Do he got more money?» |
| (He don’t) |
| I got pull, ayy (Pull), but it’s rules, ayy (But it’s rules) |
| Have niggas walk up in your house like they your roommates (Knock-knock) |
| Yeah, left wrist icey (Icey), new crib pricey (Yeah) |
| Niggas don’t like me, you’ll get fried like Hibachi (Cookin') |
| Wish somebody would, try to play like I ain’t goated (What?) |
| Keep it real, I’m the reason niggas gettin' noticed (Facts) |
| I was headlinin', niggas couldn’t even open (Facts) |
| It was mine first, now it’s Baby Grizz' moment, nigga |
| Left wrist icey, right wrist icey |
| Left wrist icey, right wrist icey |
| Belt was a stack (Yah), shoes was a stack (Yah) |
| Belt was a stack (Yah), shoes was a stack, bitch |
| Left wrist icey, right wrist icey |
| Left wrist icey, right wrist icey |
| Belt was a stack (Yah), shoes was a stack (Yah) |
| Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack, bitch (Stack, bitch, stack, bitch) |