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When these niggas don't win, it ain't beef, it's just jealousy Bitch, what the fuck is you tellin' me? Red and white diamonds like I'm with confederacy You already said what? Who said what allegedly? Just met your bitch, she was fried off the ecstasy Had to do what I did to return to my legacy I throw that shit up, lil' bitch, I rock here She gon' bring home that bag, ok bitch, yeah, it better be Diamonds, party, heavily Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah) I'm with a Latina bitch and an Ebony Workin' these bitches, turn her to a felony Squeeze on thе glizzy, lil' bitch, we got better bеams No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things, uh (Go) Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Go, go) Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, bih (Yeah, yeah) Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, bitch Raf Simon jeans, I'm- go Letras de canciones Lil' bitch, my range underrated, I fuck around, shoot from the logo I pull out the "Oh, no", the engine too loco (Yeah) You niggas impressed, but I think that it's so-so Keep that on the lowski Bitch, I'm a 350 Boost, you a Roshe, don't ever approach me (Yeah) 'Less you got green, I need benjis for sureski You not gang, you not slime, you not kin, or my broski (Gang) Shoutout to folks, I turn up with my broski (Gang) Told the bitch to slide and turn up, we in Oakland (Gang) They can't fit in the back, they like, fuck that we ghost 'em Slide through the Hills, they be laughin' and posin' Bitch, don't put me on Snapchat, I barely be postin' (Yeah) Wolfin' and talkin' my shit, she a ocean 25/7, she up and she open All my bitches got Elsa, my diamonds be frozen (Yeah, yeah) Diamonds, party, heavily Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah) I'm with a Latina bitch and an Ebony Workin' these bitches, turn her to a felony Squeeze on the glizzy, lil' bitch, we got better beams (Go) No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Donny) No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean (Donny) Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things (Go) Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Go, go) Who got that shit? I be runnin' it up, tell my label I need me a hunnid (Yeah) Came from havin' no food in my muhfuckin' pantry, I knew that I seen this shit comin' (Go, woah) And I be around some dropouts, but they keep it lit, so I know they thumpin' Teezo turned off the light, so they can't see it comin' I look in the mirror to smile at my enemy I'm trippin' off ball like it's ten of me 147Calboy, niggas envy me Like why would I trip? My lil' bro, he my mini-me Bitch, I live by that smoke, yeah, I'm damn near a chimney Got a message, of course, what the fuck they keep sendin' me? I don't do all that talkin', get blood on my skinny jeans Blew off his head 'fore I went J. F. Kennedy Fist, wrist, whip like Jeep My bitch got a bag, she look a Kennedy Swagger and money, the reason she into me What that shit got in common? And a whole lot of synergy But don't box me, I got a whole lotta weaponry Lil' bitch, I go cray, let me show you my specialty Coke white diamonds, Maison Margiela jeans Fuck with your head, bitch, we servin' telepathy When these niggas don't win, it ain't beef, it's just jealousy Bitch, what the fuck is you tellin' me? (I got my-) Red and white diamonds like I'm with confederacy You already said what? Who said what allegedly? (Yeah) Just met your bitch, she was fried off the ecstasy (Go) Had to do what I did to return to my legacy (Go) I throw that shit up, lil' bitch, I rock here She gon' bring home that bag, ok bitch, yeah, it better be (Bitch) Diamonds, party, heavily Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly I'm with a Latina bitch and an Ebony (Yeah) Workin' these bitches, turn her to a felony Squeeze on the glizzy, lil' bitch, we got better beams No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Grah, grah, grah, grah) No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean (Yeah) Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things (Go) Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Go) Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Yeah) Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded (What?) Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Yeah, yeah) Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Yeah, yeah) Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, bitch (Go) Raf Simon jeans, I'm- (Go, bih) Nah, bruh, I'm not gon' lie my nigga If he don't drop the album, we gon' raid the fuckin' White House, bruh, 'cause, what's up, DC? What even- C'mon, bruh Nigga, just go- Look, look, look, bro I'll- Nigga, I'll talk to- I'll talk to the muhfuckin'- I'll talk to your manager, bro I'll even talk to the niggas at Rostrum for you, bro, like c'mon, bro Like I'll persuade the niggas at Rostrum to drop the album, bro Like c'mon, bro, you shouldn't be holdin' off doin' this album for that long, bro, c'mon my nigga You got bangers that- You- You got bangers in the vault that you haven't even released yet, c'mon From Letras Mania