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[Intro: Dee Gomes]

Ayyy (Yaaa)

Yaaaa (Yaaa Yaaa)

Ayy, Ayy

(Lord!)

[Chorus: Dee Gomes & Lil TJay]

Diamond you know that my DJ

He keep my records on replay

Don’t care ‘bout what he say or she say

Runnin’ to the bag like a relay

Now I’m in the booth with Lil TJay

Me bro OSF turnin’ the city up

And I know they gonna hate, I don’t give a fuck

I done fumbled a bag, watch me live it up

(Noo)

[Verse 1: Lil TJay]

Gotta get to the bands, they don’t understand

Bout to hit 125k on the gram

I ain't slacking wasting time, always had a plan

Only thing man on my mind is them Benjamins

I gotta prove the haters wrong ‘cause they doubted me

My biggest goal was for mama to be proud of me

Remember grandma used to cook me up some collard greens

Young man made 100 bands out of slaughtery

Gotta get it, gotta go, I be on the road

Doing shows, get the dough, let the money flow

I just blew about 5 in the Gucci store

Bros switch flows

Different cities, fucking different hoes

Move Wok in my circles then you gotta go

Cause y'all don’t got the 40 cal when he finna blow

Y'all niggas up next better deal with it

Don’t play the field no more but I’m still wit’ it

[Pre-Chorus: Lil TJay]

Choppa' Gone Bang !

Dare a nigga talk hot on my name

Mama know I’m a savage she prayin’

Heard a op niggas know where I’m layin’

Now I Don’t Care !

That boy pussy, he shot in the air

Now I’m focusing on my career

Bitches see me, they scream and they stare

[Chorus: Dee Gomes & Lil TJay]

Diamond you know that my DJ

He keep my records on replay

Don’t care ‘bout what he say or she say

Runnin’ to the bag like a relay

Now I’m in the booth with Lil TJay

Me bro OSF turnin’ the city up

And I know they gonna hate, I don’t give a fuck

I done fumbled a bag, watch me live it up

(Noo)

[Verse 1: King OSF]

Time to turn a couple grams to a couple grand

Only mission was to stack up a hunnid bands

Now let’s pull up to the ave, better hit the dash

Try catch a nigga, not so fast

Fuck that cause’ I’m not going back

I ain’t trippin' cause I got to the bag

Now these lil bitches wanna hang with me

Instagram cappin’ you not really bad

Puts in the work, all for a dollar

Hop in the vert, drippin designer

Always show love, that my persona

Niggas gone hate but they know I’m the hottest

So put some respect on my name

Before we send shots at your brain

I'ma pull up with the gang

And we gone pull up with your main

40 gone bang

Lil TJay he gone make it rain

Dee Gomes just pulled up in a range

These bitches be going insane

They wanna hang

But I just swerve like Nascar

In my city I’m that boy

Lord !

[Chorus: Dee Gomes & Lil TJay]

Diamond you know that my DJ

He keep my records on replay

Don’t care ‘bout what he say or she say

Runnin’ to the bag like a relay

Now I’m in the booth with Lil TJay

Me bro OSF turnin’ the city up

And I know they gonna hate, I don’t give a fuck

I done fumbled a bag, watch me live it up

(Noo)