DIAMONDS ft. TH3 KXD Lyrics

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 fuck

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 fuck wit

So change your tone