NSD

[Chorus: diamond* & Sk8star] Two-thousand dollars just for a whoopin' because it's Chanel on my belt Every time them niggas start dissin', we pull up and give 'em the belt I'm spreadin' blue hundreds down both of my arms for times I didn't have no help Niggas keep worryin' 'bout my hoes and my money, fuck-nigga worry 'bout yourself I know she a freak, I don't ask 'bout her bodies Her face is unique, and that bitch got a body She dance on that pole, but she also in college Chanel and Givenchy, I'm fly as a pilot The Glock in the dresser because I'm tired of fightin' I pulled out a Trojan, I had to one night it I heard all the freaky hoes really the shyest Everything funny 'til niggas start dyin' (Woah) [Verse 1: Sk8star & Tezzus] Everything funny 'til niggas go missin' We got the Glocks, sticks, and switches My shooter spin, do a 360 Nigga ho gon' suck on my dick, then she kiss it Iced out my chain, this bih' came from Richie Cook that ho up, cook that bit' with some mix Stack up the hundreds, it look like a midget Uppin' the score, yeah, we been bridgin' (Phønk) [Verse 2: Tezzus] Pussy ass nigga, better not flinch I used to take all that shit like the Grinch (Fuck) These niggas hoes, these niggas bitch We havin' dough, we havin' stench Twenty-eight grams, I could turn to a brick Too many Lamb's, I could pull up in a fish (ØWay) Too many cameras, I'm too lit (ØWay) I'm tryna fuck the bitch, she pissed [Verse 3: Sk8star] I got this freak, and she with whatever, she gon' let me get in her throat I just been swaggin' through all my endeavors, I went up and got me some gold I'm slimey as ever, no matter the weather, you play, then I'm wipin' your nose And you can go ask the opps, belt to ass, we uppin' the score [Chorus: diamond*] Two-thousand dollars just for a whoopin' because it's Chanel on my belt Every time them niggas start dissin', we pull up and give 'em the belt I'm spreadin' blue hundreds down both of my arms for times I didn't have no help Niggas keep worryin' 'bout my hoes and my money, fuck-nigga worry 'bout yourself I know she a freak, I don't ask 'bout her bodies Her face is unique, and that bitch got a body She dance on that pole, but she also in college Chanel and Givenchy, I'm fly as a pilot The Glock in the dresser because I'm tired of fightin' I pulled out a Trojan, I had to one night it I heard all the freaky hoes really the shyest Everything funny 'til niggas start dyin'