Dave Hill, B. Lewie, & FatRay100 - Diplomatic Immunity (feat. Calicoe)

Find a way or live in misery
You live forever if you make history
Yeah, leave a nigga dead with a chivalry
Oh, I hope she giving up that head, it ain't no mystery
Oh, she climbing up the bed, it's the energy
Hey, the condoms in the bed don't got a scent of me
Will call, you can find me where the tickets be
If I ain't there, that's where I'm finna be
Cartier Juelz, diplomatic immunity
Rip it out the plastic, ain't none of this shit been new to me
Pay me when it's due I ain't toleratin' no truancy
Blicky to his crown every time he thinkin' bout mutiny
Ringing out loud, I promise niggas ain't mutin' me
80-inch flat screen and a round of charcuterie
Ghetto but extravagant, still pronounce it like potpourri
Before I hang with niggas that's fraudulent, put a noose on me
These niggas broke and they on bed rest
Nigga think he bout to play me, grab my headset
Hood nigga, I put TVs in the headrest
I went to college, the fam can't believe I said that
I ain't seen Brody in a minute where his dreads at?
Shit, he probably put a nigga in a head wrap
Let my old head smoke him, he in reg pack
Didn't trust the bank, I put money where my bed at, this shit too easy
Could've caught a body on him, but they gon' say who did it
On the five chillin' with my lil' crazy niggas
All of us can eat, don't be no lazy, nigga
All of us can eat, don't be no lazy, nigga
Could've caught a body on him but they gon' say who did it
On the five chillin' with my lil' crazy, niggas
All of us can eat, don't be no lazy, n****a
Don't call me bout your beef, I'm done savin' niggas
Lookin' for the hoes, I'm a player, nigga
Mr. 10 to 4, you can't fade me, nigga
Nigga talking crazy the other night, just tryna make me kill em
I'm just tryna have a good time, man, I hate these niggas
Some beans called my phone for so low, they made me get em
Just met some white hoes, bout to take em' with us
She a freak or not, got some paper with us
Yeah, this a Equinox, that's my favorite rental
I can't make the dinner
I ain't pressed, bitch, I'm pressin, it's gon' take a minute
Came from less, so I can't stress and be ungrateful with it
Man, it's so hard tryna motivate a hatin', nigga
Find a way or live in misery
You live forever if you make history
Yeah, leave a nigga dead with a chivalry
Oh, I hope she giving up that head, it ain't no mystery
Oh, she climbing up the bed, it's the energy
Hey, the condoms in the bed don't got a scent of me
Will call, you can find me where the tickets be
If I ain't there, that's where I'm finna be

Written by:
David Hill-Gray, Toranio Hightower

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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