Diamonds

[Intro] I pour that lean in the double-cup, 4‚500 stuffed in my joggers I  got a lil' bitch in college we cuttin' up‚ she mix her Hennessy wit' the molly If  you knew what I knew‚ boy, you wouldn't try me Price on your head, boy‚ go get that body Let's get to that money, let's get to this money These  all dirty hunnids, we catchin' bodies *Airhorn*  Hol' on man‚ hol' on Baby  Jesus, man I told you I recorded all the muhfuckin' songs at the crib, nigga I do what I wanna do, nigga And I do it better than y'all, fuck [Verse] I  pour that lean in the double-cup, 4,500 stuffed in my joggers I got a lil' bitch in college we cuttin' up, she mix her Hennessy wit' the molly If you knew what I knew, boy, you wouldn't try me Price on your head, boy, go get that body Let's get to that money, let's get to this money These all dirty hunnids, we catchin' bodies Just came back from South by Southwest in Austin All the white people telling me that I'm awesome Came a long way from taking 'em losses Don't fuck with lames, I kick it with bosses Don't give a fuck, get it from my daddy Ever rolled in my past, then just teach your family Niggas ain't kin to me, niggas ain't feeling me Niggas ain't real as me, niggas some hoes Ask for low, put them things on the road Right hand on my soul, I don't love none of these hoes Niggas get in they feelings and diss me subliminally Then they be wondering what done got into me I got the juice, you know juice give you energy Fuck out your feelings, don't care who ain't feeling me Your girl always feeling me, look I fucked the bitch, turn into a monster Now that's your bitch, you tell her you love her Pull off in a rental, come back in a foreign Get miss and dismiss the bitch because she boring Fuck all that taxing, it's getting annoying I need a freaky bitch like to do porn She look jus' like a Kardashian When Baby Jesus done rappin', I'm taxin' 'em Business is business, don't like it then fuck ya Yeah, that's my nigga, don't mean that I trust him I'm still 'bout whatever, my nigga, I love you Whenever the shit hit the fan, bitch, I'm clutchin' Whenever the shit hit the fan, bitch, I'm bustin' You ever feel lucky, come see if I'm bluffin' Yeah, you niggas know that's a no-go Name in that paperwork, boy, that's a no-no Can't be affiliated wit' the po-po [Break] Hold on, hold on, hold on, Slim, hold on, man You gotta stop that shit right there, man I cannot be affiliated with the po-po All police-ass niggas stay away from me, man Cheese-eater I don't fuck around with pork, you hear me? I'm half-Muslim, you already know [Verse] Boy, where they do that at That part hurt your feelings 'cause you a rat Take it personal nigga, I don't fuck wit' snitches You niggas is bitches, you tell on real niggas, then get out of prison Can't wait 'til the day that they free all my niggas Man free all my niggas [Outro] (Free my niggas man) Free your niggas too You already know (And free your niggas too, man) You already know it (You already know it) You already know it (Baby Jesus, DaBaby, I host my own tapes) (We don't follow the rules) (Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout Coop? We don't follow the rules, bruh, you hear me? Now it's time to make sum shake)