Diddy K Lyrics

Yeah, this man Tay went and told me bout Detroit Well I think it's fair to say I'm getting

coin

Bad bitch, yeah, she get to mixing it like Coi Two Glocks, call em Baby girl, and

Baby boy Knock a nigga out like Johnny Jones but Im Roy

But I still get my bag like I'm Floyd Yeah I Threw the wock in the toilet, It's

A void Yeah, I'm in the action, get these figures

Like a toy I don't want a bitch, she get annoying

The only thing I tolerate is my racks tho Brody Made a hit, he be scammin' off a track-phone

Yeah, I get the cat anywhere, this a scat zone

Yeah, I get the head, send her back home You Get high off contact, gotta act stoned

Off the milligrams, drop sweet like some Macarons Rally up with my brothers, this a platoon

Yeah, see them stars in the sky We beefin', But You sitting up in my live

4-5, mix it right together, get a Glock 9 Went And shot a bunch of shit, But That's

Not mine We a bunch of 5-stars like a combine

My brother deep in the mud like what you find Found an ARP, it was covered in mud and slime

He only tweakin' off the gas, he ain't do no lines

That boy is tweakin', fold him into pieces Big Reek, I smoke like every day, I Don't

Be weefin' Smokin' on my haters, I Be Smokin' Like I'm

Chiefin' If you want to smoke, then You Don't Gotta

Have a reason, uh, hit him, I gotta get him Youngin' in the midst, that shit like Malcolm

In the middle, Glock like a iPhone, My Opp Could get a picture

Shawty want the liquor, we don't even got a Pitcher

Uh, I'm in the pink, I can't think She want some Dick, then we don't even gotta link I be dyin' Off the drip, I'm on the brink

Want them diamonds drippin' off me, Ima sink