DIAMONDS (feat. TH3 KXD)

Get outta my o zone Smoking on this homegrown Puff puff pass till the homie says its all gone We be getting paper all your shit be made up Smashing on your bitch till she loses all her make up You be all alone and kxd sippin on patron I be in my zone, why I ain't picking up the phone Rising to the top boutta cop a glock I be popping shots it ain't ever stop Presidential shit like papa doc Ice on my body the opposite of hot Diamonds on my wrist and that shit look cold First we get the money then we stack that gold Yo I'm living it up liquor inside of the cup We be counting them bucks getting buck really not giving a f*ck Be careful with who you trust better get your cheddar up I'm feeling better huh To hot no sweater huh Two glocks you better run, Gone teach you a lesson son Smithin' ask no questions punk Don't try to press me chump Boy you ain't do enough I see right your through your bluff Your bitch like mrs puff Now you better shut it up Diamonds on my wrist and that shit look cold First we get the money then we stack that gold Act like they know but they don't know so Uh I cant trust a single soul so I stay alone Bad bitch in the home hoes plz leave me alone I been getting little beggy' bitches begging me for more 45 whippin' The wrist still drippin' It froze Busy getting to the cheddar you know how it go From the long white cloud ain't talkin bout the smoke In your bitches throat i be feeding her the bone Gang ain't really the one to f*ck wit So change your tone