Diamonds dancin´, automatic Bust alone but stuck in sadness
I made it out without the box and the grave, somehow that still don´t matter I got this codeine stuck inside my bladder Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin´ backwards I ain´t got no trust, that´s for a bitch or a nigga, tell ´em stay out my way
Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried, I would prolly be a millionaire (Yeah) I would prolly be a trillionaire (Oh)
Two double cups and Adderall, sometimes I feel like God, I finally done lost it Gotta pay the cost to be the boss so I´m like, "What it´s gon´ cost?" Most of these niggas filled with flaws so I don´t want ´em around me These bitches easily give up draws and I´d be damned if they clown me
I need a bitch who want for me like, fuck that, get her a round trip B and a stick right by the tree like we don´t want ´em around him These bitches all for you and me, she eat the meat then she outta here I spit my life all on these beats to see if you feel how I feel Why the fuck I´m seeking for your love if I´m not lovin´ myself? After you leave, I´m just gon´ thug, I don´t want nobody else We watch them bleed all in the streets, he play with us then it´s death I need that Percocets and lean just like a smoker need meth We ain´t murked ´em yet but you gon´ see he goin´ under my belt
I can´t keep fuckin´ with lil´ shawty, shit ain´t good for my health Palm Angel denim, Mike Amiri, only thing that I wear Boy, you a snake that´s filled with venom, up and aim at your hair
Diamonds dancin´, automatic Bust alone but stuck in sadness I made it out without the box and the grave, somehow that still don´t matter I got this codeine stuck inside my bladder Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin´ backwards I ain´t got no trust, thats for a bitch or a nigga, tell ´em stay out my way
Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried, I would prolly be a millionaire (Yeah)
I would prolly be a trillionaire (Oh)
I cut you off without no scissors Tell me why the fuck lil´ shawty keep callin´? It´s different levels to the system, on my own, I´ve been ballin´ Clutchin´ my metal, tinted windows, five percent when I´m rollin´ Trappin´ ain´t dead, these niggas scared, I´m tryna bust it wide open Right now, shit movin´ slow motion, but I can´t trip I´m steady pourin´ out my pain in this soda potion, I sell The glizzy gang, don´t ever ask if I´m totin´, it´s on my hip 60 Gang, I really love, rich and rollin´, but you ain´t real
I got a fetish for them hoes who don´t love me back, whole time you in it for them fuckin´ racks I don´t see how niggas be fuckin´ with niggas, knowin´ they some fuckin´ rats I dont see how niggas be lovin´ women, be fuckin´ when they turn their back And we on go when I turn on the map, my heart so cold and I can´t even cap
Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried, I would prolly be a billionaire (Yeah) I would prolly be a billionaire (Oh)
Diamonds dancin´, automatic Bust alone but stuck in sadness I made it out without the box and the grave, somehow that still don´t matter I got this codeine stuck inside my bladder
Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin´ backwards I ain´t got no trust, that´s for a bitch or a nigga, tell ´em stay out my way
Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried, I would prolly be a millionaire (Yeah) I would prolly be a trillionaire (Oh)