Ice on my wrist
• Written by Gatoradetears
(Chorus)
Ice on my wrist.
Ice on my wrist.
Ice on my wrist.
Take a piss.
Take a sip…
of Gatorade.
You want me to read your face.
Like we’re playing charades.
I don’t like to play games.
Yes, I like to have fun.
Chew some bubblegum.
I don’t mess with these people.
Because they’re bums.
(Verse 1)
Don’t like these people.
They are kind of evil.
Not talking about a witch.
Don’t like them, because they’re a bitch.
That is the fucking truth.
These hoes are so rude.
I show them no respect.
I want ice on my neck.
I want it to shine.
Make all these hating ass bitches blind.
Blind, so they can’t see a thing.
These diamonds might bling.
Maybe they will or they won’t.
I don’t like to talk on the phone.
I don’t like to do that.
These lame ass bitches won’t make me sad.
That’s something they can’t do.
When you sneeze, it’s achoo.
Chorus)
Ice on my wrist.
Ice on my wrist.
Ice on my wrist.
Take a piss.
Take a sip…
of Gatorade.
You want me to read your face.
Like we’re playing charades.
I don’t like to play games.
Yes, I like to have fun.
Chew some bubblegum.
I don’t mess with these people, because they’re bums.
(Verse 2)
Bitches want to hate, because they’re miserable with
their lives.
I won’t talk, I’m shy.
No, that’s not a lie.
Don’t talk, because I don’t like these hoes.
I want my own flow.
I don’t like to take photos.
Think I might be antisocial.
Like to make shitty beats, don’t like to be vocal.
These hoes need to go in the garbage disposal.
Because they’re trash.
I look at them, and I laugh.
Laugh because they look so bad.
They look like shit.
Not old, I don’t knit.
I’m smart, don’t need an assist.
I can work by myself.
I’m short, but don’t call me an elf.
I’m almost seventeen, not twelve.
Chorus)
Ice on my wrist.
Ice on my wrist.
Ice on my wrist.
Take a piss.
Take a sip…
of Gatorade.
You want me to read your face.
Like we’re playing charades.
I don’t like to play games.
Yes, I like to have fun.
Chew some bubblegum.
I don’t mess with these people, because they’re bums.
