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)