Diamonds on my wrist
You catch my drip
Audemars shinning in the mist
My girl looking like pure cocaine
I just wanna bang like Kirko Bang
Ouu ouu ouuu
Doing what they don't do
Juggin' in my Nikey shoes
Robbing when the rent due
My homie, I showed you my vision
My Shorty she costing me Christians
I can't trust you, no oath no religion
Maybe you is or you isn't
I can't touch you they closing my visits
Kick back with Big Mike and go build it
Spend racks on my bitch
And my children
TOWN is the one that was winning
Got locked for a gun I'm not kidding
Oh Lord i'm so sorry for sinning
Get that money
Them hoes are so different
I'm in the 6 with my bitch we go kick it
I go so hard that my niggas must feel it
I got them bars
That them bitches go wheel it
New Wave and my shit is explicit
Im da sauce so you know imma spill it
I told my girlfriend
Just watch how I flip it
My money long
Your shit short like a midget
My shooter shooting
Don't fuck up my digits
I'm a Rasta for life
Imma live it
Got the drip locked
Flexing so hard I got
'em pissed off
Now it's bout time
Like my wrist watch
Bout to shine all
My niggas lift off
This one's for da homies
Living life and they lonely
I could never own it
Or take a nigga to Romans
Oh no they on me
Oh no they on me
I was always shown
It mamma don't condone it
Bad bitches phone me say
I'm the one and only
I was in da trap house
I'm whipping wearing a roly
Everytime I step out I'm gripping
Please don't provoke me
Trap Metro Booming
My neighbours they very noisey
All these diamonds they yellow
They yellow like an Emoji
Crack same colour
My jigga looking like Homie
Rich niggas only rich nigg-as only
I was in da trap house
I'm cooking whipping up Tony's
Diamonds on my wrist
You catch my drip
Audemars shinning in the mist
My girl looking like pure cocaine
I just wanna bang like Kirko Bang
Ouu ouu ouuu
Doing what they dont do
Juggin' in my Nikey shoes
Robbing when the rent due
My homie I showed you my vision
My Shorty she costing me Christians
I can't trust you, no oath no religion
Maybe you is or you isn't
I can't touch you they closing my visits
Kick back with Big Mike and go build it
Spend racks on my bitch
And my children
TOWN is the one that was winning
Got locked for a gun I'm not kidding
Oh Lord im so sorry for sinning
Get that money
Them hoes are so different
I'm in the 6 with my bitch we go kick it
I go so hard that my niggas must feel it
I got them bars
That them bitches go wheel it
New Wave and my shit is explicit
Im da sauce so you know imma spill it
