Hiccup by Aminé
Feat. Gunna
Released : 2018
B-Bossed up, yeah
Bossed, hey!
My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
You don’t want no problems, ***, no hiccups (no hiccups)
No hiccups (no hiccups), no hiccups (no hiccups)
He ain’t ’bout that drama, ***, 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)
Gave her *** and then I split (yeah), mhm (hee!)
Workin’ like I got a shift (yeah), mhm (ayy)
Youngest *** poppin’ *** (yeah), mhm (uh-huh)
Don’t want no kids, that’s bad as *** (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 ***)
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist (yeah), mhm (uh, on my wrist, yeah, yeah)
Ass fat (thick!), yeah
Bring it right back (hey)
I’m-I’m in the VIP, ’cause they pay me for this ***
I’ma be here if it’s be here, that’s your car note on my wrist (huh?)
My wrist sore (my wrist), my wrist sore (my wrist)
You don’t want no problems, ***, no hiccups (no hiccups)
No hiccups (no hiccups), no hiccups (no hiccups)
He ain’t ’bout that drama, ***, 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)
Gave her *** and then I split (yeah, yeah, *** a Birkin, yeah, yeah)
Workin’ like I got a shift (yeah, yeah, puttin’ work in, yeah, yeah)
Youngest *** poppin’ *** (yeah, yeah, *** I’m certain, yeah)
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as *** (Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (That *** 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
Diamonds on my ***, 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 *** the latest Mercedes-Benz
I was all alone, Yung Gunna ain’t got no friends
Wit ya *** in the mall and spent a couple bands
Don’t talk at all ain’t into shakin’ hands
She offer me some ***, mouth and ass
My first baguettes are lookin’ like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash (mhm)
Mhm, yeah
Mhm, yeah
Mhm, yeah
Mhm