Kyrie Irving

In a few years I know Imma be a star
In a few years I know Imma make it far
And I know Imma make it on my own

Ice on my wrist
When I be swerving
I make it swish
Like Kyrie Irving
Bitch I'm the shit
You don't deserve it
Breaking your ankles boy
Like Kyrie Irving

Run it up
Run it up
I got a double cup
Ice on my wrist just to hide all the double cuts
She said she wanted to have all my kids
But I ain't really want no Mrs
I ain't really want no mistress
'Cause I ain't really fuck with that
I ain't really fuck with that
Yeah 'cause lil shawty be up on my line
She be hitting my phone all the time
I told her please stop
Hitting me up
And she said nah
Tell me what's up
I ain't really want you here no more
Got my bands up now you want four
Laugh to the bank
Show you the door
And to be frank
You was a whore

Ice on my wrist
When I be swerving
I make it swish
Like Kyrie Irving
Bitch I'm the shit
You don't deserve it
Breaking your ankles boy
Like Kyrie Irving

Ice on my wrist
When I be swerving
I make it swish
Like Kyrie Irving
Bitch I'm the shit
You don't deserve it
Breaking your ankles boy
Like Kyrie Irving

Bitch I'm the shit
Bitch I'm the shit
Running my gang
I hit, I don't miss
Ice on my wrist
Ice on my wrist
Breaking them ankles
Breaking them ankles
Like Kyrie Irving
Like Kyrie Irving
Like Kyrie Irving
Like Kyrie Irving
Like Kyrie Irving
Like Kyrie Irving



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Writer(s): Hunter Sweeney
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