Yo, vickyXclusive made thisDiamonds dancin’, automaticBust alone but stuck in sadnessI made it out without the box and the graveSomehow that still don’t matterI got this codeine stuck inside my bladderSometimes I feel like I be hustlin’ backwardsI don’t need trust, that for a bi**h or a ni**aTell ’em stay out my wayOh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I criedI would prolly be a millionaire (yeah)I would prolly be a trillionaire (oh)Two double cups and adderall, sometimes I feel like god, I finally done lost itGotta pay the cost to be the boss so I’m like, “What it’s gon’ cost?”Most of these ni**as filled with flaws so I don’t want ’em around meThese bi**hes easily give up drugs and I’d be damned if they clown meI need a bi**h who want for me like, f**k that, get her a round tripB and a stick right by the tree like we don’t want ’em around himThese bi**hes all for you and me, she eat the meat then she outta hereI spit my life all on these beats to see if you feel how I feelWhy the f**k I’m seeking for your love if I’m not lovin’ myself?After you leave, I’m just gon’ thug, I don’t want nobody elseWe watch them bleed all in the streets, he play with us then it’s deathI need that percocets just like a smoker need methWe ain’t murked ’em yet but you gon’ see he goin’ under my beltI can’t keep f**kin’ with lil’ shawty, sh*t ain’t good for my healthPalm angel denim, mike amiri, only thing that I wearBoy, you a snake that’s filled with venom, up and aim at your hairDiamonds dancin’, automaticBust alone but stuck in sadnessI made it out without the box and the graveSomehow that still don’t matterI got this codeine stuck inside my bladder
Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin’ backwardsI don’t need trust, that for a bi**h or a ni**aTell ’em stay out my wayOh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I criedI would prolly be a millionaire (yeah)I would prolly be a trillionaire (oh)I cut you off without no scissorsTell me why the f**k lil’ shawty keep callin’?It’s different levels to the system, on my own, I’ve been ballin’Clutchin’ my metal, tinted windows, five percent when I’m rollin’Trappin’ ain’t dead, these ni**as scared, I’m tryna bust it wide openRight now, sh*t movin’ slow motion, but I can’t tripI’m steady pourin’ out my pain in this soda potion, I sellThe glizzy gang, don’t ever ask if I’m totin’, it’s on my hip60 gang, I really love, rich and rollin’, but you ain’t realI got a fetish for them hoes who don’t love me,Whole time you in it for them f**kin’ racksI see y’all ni**as be f**kin’ with ni**as, knowin’ they some f**kin’ ratsI see y’all ni**as be lovin’ women, be f**kin’ when they turn their backAnd we on go when I turn on the map, my heart so cold and I can’t even capOh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I criedI would prolly be a billionaire (yeah)I would prolly be a billionaire (oh)Diamonds dancin’, automaticBust alone but stuck in sadnessI made it out without the box and the graveSomehow that still don’t matterI got this codeine stuck inside my bladderSometimes I feel like I be hustlin’ backwardsI don’t need trust, that for a bi**h or a ni**aTell ’em stay out my wayOh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I criedI would prolly be a millionaire (yeah)I would prolly be a trillionaire (oh)
