Diamonds

[Intro]
I pour that lean in the double-cup, 4‚500 stuffed in my joggers
I  got a lil' bitch in college we cuttin' up‚ she mix her Hennessy wit' the molly
If  you knew what I knew‚ boy, you wouldn't try me
Price on your head, boy‚ go get that body
Let's get to that money, let's get to this money
These  all dirty hunnids, we catchin' bodies
*Airhorn*
Hol' on man‚ hol' on
Baby  Jesus, man
I told you I recorded all the muhfuckin' songs at the crib, nigga
I do what I wanna do, nigga
And I do it better than y'all, fuck

[Verse]
I  pour that lean in the double-cup, 4,500 stuffed in my joggers
I got a lil' bitch in college we cuttin' up, she mix her Hennessy wit' the molly
If you knew what I knew, boy, you wouldn't try me
Price on your head, boy, go get that body
Let's get to that money, let's get to this money
These all dirty hunnids, we catchin' bodies
Just came back from South by Southwest in Austin
All the white people telling me that I'm awesome
Came a long way from taking 'em losses
Don't fuck with lames, I kick it with bosses
Don't give a fuck, get it from my daddy
Ever rolled in my past, then just teach your family
Niggas ain't kin to me, niggas ain't feeling me
Niggas ain't real as me, niggas some hoes
Ask for low, put them things on the road
Right hand on my soul, I don't love none of these hoes
Niggas get in they feelings and diss me subliminally
Then they be wondering what done got into me
I got the juice, you know juice give you energy
Fuck out your feelings, don't care who ain't feeling me
Your girl always feeling me, look
I fucked the bitch, turn into a monster
Now that's your bitch, you tell her you love her
Pull off in a rental, come back in a foreign
Get miss and dismiss the bitch because she boring
Fuck all that taxing, it's getting annoying
I need a freaky bitch like to do porn
She look jus' like a Kardashian
When Baby Jesus done rappin', I'm taxin' 'em
Business is business, don't like it then fuck ya
Yeah, that's my nigga, don't mean that I trust him
I'm still 'bout whatever, my nigga, I love you
Whenever the shit hit the fan, bitch, I'm clutchin'
Whenever the shit hit the fan, bitch, I'm bustin'
You ever feel lucky, come see if I'm bluffin'
Yeah, you niggas know that's a no-go
Name in that paperwork, boy, that's a no-no
Can't be affiliated wit' the po-po

[Break]
Hold on, hold on, hold on, Slim, hold on, man
You gotta stop that shit right there, man
I cannot be affiliated with the po-po
All police-ass niggas stay away from me, man
Cheese-eater
I don't fuck around with pork, you hear me?
I'm half-Muslim, you already know

[Verse]
Boy, where they do that at
That part hurt your feelings 'cause you a rat
Take it personal nigga, I don't fuck wit' snitches
You niggas is bitches, you tell on real niggas, then get out of prison
Can't wait 'til the day that they free all my niggas
Man free all my niggas

[Outro]
(Free my niggas man)
Free your niggas too
You already know
(And free your niggas too, man)
You already know it (You already know it)
You already know it (Baby Jesus, DaBaby, I host my own tapes)
(We don't follow the rules)
(Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout Coop? We don't follow the rules, bruh, you hear me? Now it's time to make sum shake)