DIAMOND DALLAS.

Lyrics

Ha-ha-ha
 Made it out the hood, now I'm just visiting my mama
 Make a couple mill', get her a crib in the Bahamas, what I'm on
 Fly public airplane, private island
 With some young niggas under my wing, I'm Diamond Dallas
 Diamond, top of the morning
 Stop by my block, that's on top of my tourin'
 Five thousand dock guys, to cop my performance
 Shawty mark the orders, call my pluggy on the cordless
 Where I'm from nigga? Straight west side where I get it in at
 I might up a red dot up on the citizen app
 If I double park the ride, it's not a ticket attached
 If she fucking up the vibe, gotta sit in the back
 Made it out the hood, now I'm just visiting my mama
 Make a couple mill', get her a crib in the Bahamas, what I'm on
 Fly public airplane, private island
 With some young niggas under my wing, I'm Diamond Dallas
 Diamond, rough out my cut, I grew fine in
 Ballin' with my brothers like I'm Giannis
 That's a promise, I'm the big black Bane
 Sixpack, chain hang the wrist, ain't no miss, see the swish, that's game
 One eyed open, I don't trust these bitches
 I'm only one flight over, I could bus these bitches
 I'm on the run with it, I'm in every city in a new hood
 Nigga Gary Biddy like the new Suge
 New year, same friends, it's a balance
 New crib, same block, it's surveillance
 New whip, same sectioned, off place
 And if them alphabet suppress, I kept this weapon off waste like blow
 Pack it up
 Stay tourin'
 Wrap it up
 Late mornin' (aye)
 Dickie Khakis on your neighbor, this ain't State Farm
 Bitch, next door you slam, you gon' pay for it
 Tesla on my charger plug
 Checkin' on my foster
 I thought cuz was tryna finesse me
 Ain't no way this watch can cost that much
 I text my dawg to sharpen up that jackal landed, they carved him up
 The true shit don't get bars enough
 Them viewings ain't apartment hunts, it's partial luck
 Made it up out this bitch and got my guns quick
 Got youngins who gon' dump shit
 Wonder how I run shit? (Well)
 I fought a lot of niggas at the functions
 If I could do it all again, I woulda jumped 'em
 Sparkin' off assumptions, let's start with the facts
 Some niggas said they didn't like me, now they caught in the act
 You on the 'Gram, that's your bitch so you bought her a bag
 I bought a bag for all them bitches you just saw in the ads
 I doubled advance a lot can not, can't knock
 A comma like it's nonchalant, my profit, I could pocket
 Half a parkin' lot and (hold on)
 Blank check, my bank keep tabs on my statements
 I just copped a villa for the month, this shit like Drake crib
 I can't fuck with bitches, who like steak red
 I'm basic or racist, I still ain't throw no white flag on no beefing shit
 Lil Brenda got the cheapest crib, my condo up the street from it
 The lease 4 and a baby and we keepin' it (bars)
 Made it out the hood, now I'm just visiting my mama
 Make a couple mill', get her a crib in the Bahamas, what I'm on
 Fly public airplane, private island
 With some young niggas under my wing, I'm Diamond Dallas
 Diamond, rough out my cut, I grew fine in
 Ballin' with my brothers like I'm Giannis
 That's a promise, I'm the big black Bane
 Sixpack, chain hang the wrist, ain't no miss, see the swish, that's game
 

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Duration
02:48
Key
2
Tempo
95 BPM

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