Black Diamonds

[Verse one:] Look we've been real Since fifteen we've been trill You needa chill Nobody knows I ain't feel Neat wheel kamato and these niggas on my mama Keep the spank next to my heart and stay the fuck away from the drama I see the lemonade Niggas in the hood like damn it Y'all can really need it I'm uh walkin' in the streets, you know How to stay cheesy, how to remain real Have sex with bitches kin cause it's fuck how they feel [Verse two:] Fast money or no money I'm getting D off your hoe money Let's get it fresh, no bummy shit I just be on my money shit What the fuck nigga? You used to fuck the words You used to fuck the rap on that money shit Big cannon, see these guns? Nick Cannon my youngest drum Retards my youngest dumb Record labels they pot the shit Listenin' to hot boys In the hot whip with a hot bitch And she from the projects Her big bros bang that fuckin' fire So let's say that shit – youngest nigga alive [Hook:] X2 I got my hoes workin' I got my bitches on the pole They keep that ass twerkin' That money comin', dollars flowin' Bitch grab all that money And bring that shit right back to daddy Now a nigga stuntin' I do this shit for my young G's [Verse three:] Broke niggas, broke hoes That's that shit I don't like Laid back, white coupes Speakers soundin' like bullfights Trae Tha Truth and I'm on flight class Wardrobe like 24 flights I'm still a king in these streets of mine Pussy niggas got no rights If I hit the club I'm like Tyga Rack City They know I'm a boss like Ross and big Lil' I ain't got a check on deck then you silly Never pay a bitch with no ass and no titties Chain that I got like Mexico City Chemical to work, I met you like really The money go into full speed, no Hemmy If a nigga want beef I'm fully, no semi Damn right cause I got it Money hoes clothes exotic Anything you talkin' I'm 'bout it Too many paparazzi, I'm spotted I ain't worried about, I got loks on Like my forward tittie, a few spokes on Haters mad as hell cause our hope is gone They can get playbacks like our broken songs Shake like you could tell them that it's show time I'm in the back though the niggas know to show signs Two cups, I'm pullin' my full 9 Somebody's bitch get ricked, no rhymes Young G, yea I got more hoes Punch line, yea I got more blows I'll go, yea I got more goals Tell them niggas wake up, I want those [Hook:] X2 [Verse four:] Hey look I fuck a thot, fuck a cop, fuck a op I hit them all, I hit your bitch, I hit that block Phone twerkin', bitches workin', money flowin' Blunts lit, pills popped, drink flown' Aye if that bitch for me why didn't that bitch just hold it? No nigga spit game, she already goin' One hundred niggas with me and they all tordy Me and my tour twins, we both smokin' Let the child explain, bruh Glock 9's in they case bruh My OG's move OZ's We do this shit every day bruh Tatted like amigos I'm getting' fresh like my free clothes My sponsor, it maybe mama We honor that G code Real P's do real things Fucked niggas get fucked up Bad bitches come to my house My young niggas stay turnt up Body bags for all y'all Whole clip for your whole gang Yo bitch talk about me like she Hank Hill and I'm propane [Hook:] X2