To Rate★ Intro ★
Please make more
Please make more just like that
Make more of your stuff
It sounds, very, uh, chill
Very mellow, Ethereal
You're not trying too hard
★ Chorus ★
Look at these diamonds, they shinin' (Yeah)
Look at these bitches, they lyin' (Yeah)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny (Yeah)
I just called up Avianne (Yeah)
I don't got no stylist (Yeah)
All my planes are privates
Perkys on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
★ Post-Chorus ★
We had to lay back on them pills (Yeah)
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch
★ Verse ★
I'm from the Flat, lil' nigga (Ooh)
We started trappin', nigga (Ooh)
We started rappin', nigga (Ooh)
These all black diamonds, nigga (Ooh)
Hang out with robbers, nigga (Ooh)
What you know about robbin' niggas? (Ooh)
What you know about TECs? (Ooh)
What you know about mobbin', nigga?
★ Chorus ★
Look at these diamonds, they shinin' (Yeah)
Look at these bitches, they lyin' (Yeah)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny (Yeah)
I just called up Avianne (Yeah)
I don't got no stylist (Yeah)
All my planes are privates
Perkys on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
★ Post-Chorus ★
We had to lay back on them pills (Yeah)
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I don't need the bitch
★ Open Verse ★
★ Chorus ★
Look at these diamonds, they shinin' (Yeah)
Look at these bitches, they lyin' (Yeah)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny (Yeah)
I just called up Avianne (Yeah)
I don't got no stylist (Yeah)
All my planes are privates
Perkys on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
★ Post-Chorus ★
We had to lay back on them pills (Yeah)
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch
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