All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing ’round this bitch
I’m Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist (run that back, Turbo)
Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
Put that .44 on the switch, then you cock, pop-pop, then dip
I’ve been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific
I fell in love with my bitches, then sold ’em for some riches
This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
I told ’em, “I’m so slimy, I’m so shady, I admit it, yeah”
Slatt like to shoot, slatt like to murk
21 gun salute, baow, drilling, putting in work, yeah
Cut his tonsils out, woo, I said it’d hurt, ayy
Keep a new .44, yeah, let it burst
Pockets Honey Kettle, keep on pedal
Get my own cheddar, all my dogs better
Honeycomb bezel, we make opps jitter
Maison Margielas, cases get settled
Here, clean the cookie off, family, Travis, the Scotts
Serving the bags, I’m cooking the stove
Came in the spot and we serving with soap
I was just spazzing, finding the flow
I’m with some Crips, down with some Locs
Hand in the pot, I’m with some Bloods
How many slatts? Leave it to us
Yeah, counting racks, smoking on pot
Yeah, I upgraded my thot
Yeah, I upgraded my spots
Yeah, thots chickened out
Woo, yeah, the spots upgraded, now them bitches chickened out
Hey, 35 burnt hundreds on my pocket watch
All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing ’round this bitch
I’m Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist
Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
Put that .44 on the switch, then you cock, pop-pop, then dip
I’ve been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific
I fell in love with my bitches, then sold ’em for some riches
This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
I told ’em, “I’m so slimy, I’m so shady, I admit it, yeah”
Only designer tints (designer tints)
I heard they plotting on me (they plotting)
These niggas thought it was sweet (sweet)
We had to put ’em to sleep (put ’em to sleep)
Counted two million this week (two million)
Couldn’t take my time with the freak (let’s go)
She asked for that big Birkin B (B)
Your bitch, she been telling the tea (telling the tea)
A YSL member (YSL)
Rocking SL denim (slatt, slatt)
Put a few shells in ’em (slatt)
Just a young player nigga (yeah)
She wanna suck this pickle, yeah
Might spend a couple nickels, yeah
They’ll never try a nigga (try a nigga)
Shoot it up, Brian Nickels
New girls, Patrick Swayze, shady baby, loco, crazy (loco)
Southside, but not JD, pull up, AMG Mercedes (mercedes)
CC on my lady (CC), that’s Celine, that’s not cha-nay-nay (cha-nay-nay)
Big dog with no rabies, wake up, everyday a payday (payday, ooh)
In your city, looking for a movie, can you tote? (Tote)
Jeffrey with me, now we gotta run it back, Turbo
She thinking villa, I was thinking two weeks on a boat (yeah)
Got bunnies with ya, my dogs are jackalopes, hop on, let’s go (let’s go)
Feeling like Hugh Hefner (yeah), my hoes came together (yeah)
Not a Gina (yeah), this Martin y Coretta (dream)
At the crib, Coachella (‘chella), Cacti’s in the cellar (ah)
Creep out like cartelers, Cactus life forever (slatt)
Yeah, diamonds King Kong, how they beating on my chest (ah, King Kong)
The link so long, this shit ’bout to touch my dick (link)
Up to summer strong, and we got another stretch (team)
November come, won’t you pop out at the fest? (It’s lit)
Feel it on my body, it’s a movie, ayy, ayy (yeah)
It was just one night, it felt like a sci-fi (fi)
We dodging the sun, only way we come alive (alive)
We’ve been on the run
How you do that? How you do that? Yeah (it’s lit)
All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing ’round this bitch
Uh, Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist
Put Giuseppes on my kid, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
Put that .44 on the switch, then you cock, cock, pop, then dip
I’ve been in the trenches, this trap, to be specific
I fell in love with my bitches, then sold ’em for some riches
This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
I told ’em, “I’m so slimy, I’m so shady, I admit it, yeah”
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