Computer Murderers Freestyle

[Intro]
(Yo, YBH)
Huh

[Verse]
I been flexin' on them hatin' bitches
Now, they want me dead
I'm went sour, on my gangtsas
I keep one up in the end
I'm a Taurus, so you know I'm with the bullshit
I see red
When I caught her she was a nervous
She was talkin' like she's did that
Head tapped
They ain't want no getback
All them niggas fake shootas
All they bullets red cap
Ten stacks, G's on her head, Gucci head wrap
Pussy nigga
How the heater reason why he spent a pack
Oh shit, yeah, they still my Instagram in motion
Bitches still subbin' me, eat a frank, ocean
Niggas still beggin' me to fuck, get the lotion, huh
Wonder how I do when I drop, no promotion
No Kereisha, only fuckin' on a rich dick, huh
I'm conceited, on my mirror it say "rich bitch," huh
I buy my shootas new F&Ns when it's Christmas
She got hit up on her chest, but ain't no tit lift
I wait, hoed up in my city, call me big bitch
Ain't no way they fuckin' with me
They get dismissed
Why you think they call me Diiamond?
This that big drip
Cubans shinin' on my body, keep my wrist lit

[Outro]
Pussy!
Uh, yeah
Connie Diiamond, mo'fucka