King Queezy - Diamond Hands

Aye
Roll up another one of them motherfuckers, let's go
3 O'Clock in the morn
And we just
We out here vibing
Yeah, okay, okay
We out here vibing
Yeah yeah, okay, okay
New Patek, Iced Rollie
For what it's worth?
I don't know, it ain't me
What's the deal?
Shit ain't sweet
Hit on me?
You on a shirt. R.I.P
Jealousy might catch up later
Niggas blinded by the vapors
I don't want no fucking problems
(Hell nah I'll catch you later)
Smoke in mirrors, turned the tables
Fake friends, they was haters
Had em picking out my pockets
(Nigga couldn't run the stable)
Of course
I don't pity fools, shit gone greenest foods
Got a couple seats at my table, and they ain't for you
The people say that I'm too cold
Diamond hands, I don't fold
To the moon, I went DOGE, had to cop it though
New Patek, Iced Rollie
For what it's worth?
I don't know, it ain't me
What's the deal?
Shit ain't sweet
Hit on me?
You on a shirt. R.I.P
If it ain't bout growing a product
Or trynna stack up a profit
Then don't go running my business
Telling no lies (false prophets)
Tech make a pew when I off it
Shocked, Pikachu, jaw dropping
Made some fame, off an 8 Bar, bought a 9
WOAH
I got commas! (Woah)
Walking like my pockets swole
Smelling like a pound of dro
I go dumb, I'm outta control
Swervin cross the road
Zaddy on the radio
Baddie with some pretty toes
Suck it clean, now she sloppy
New Patek, Iced Rollie
For what it's worth?
I don't know, it ain't me
What's the deal?
Shit ain't sweet
Hit on me?
You on a shirt. R.I.P
New Patek, Iced Rollie
For what it's worth?
I don't know, it ain't me
What's the deal?
Shit ain't sweet
Hit on me?
You on a shirt. R.I.P

Written by:
Jaiquez Duncan

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