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[Intro]
(Diligence)
(X10)

[Chorus]
Bands stacked all in some rubbers
Can't get enough, man, I just want more (Them hunnas)
Walk in Harrods with numbers
Splurging, we don't check tags in stores (No)
I talk my shit when I'm talking bricks
Came up from a Q in draws (Mhm)
Walk with sticks, we don't walk and slip
Yo, bruddah, what you tek dis for?
Bands stacked all in some rubbers
Can't get enough, man, I just want more (Them hunnas)
Walk in Harrods with numbers
Splurging, we don't check tags in stores (No)
I talk my shit when I'm talking bricks
Came up from a Q in draws (Mhm)
Walk with sticks, we don't walk and slip
Yo, bruddah, what you tek dis for?

[Verse 1]
He don't rap what he's living
And that's really got the guys livid
12 stacks on my chain, and it's blinging
6 on display in my mouth when I'm grinning (Brr)
Of course I'm right, they're just fibbing
Strings ain't the best, but the lines weren't kittin' (I'm trapping)
Points under my belt, ain't fittin'
I slapped it, I smash it, that's yearly endeavours
I hit a chest, and my bro got a headers
Crossed that off the list, on the pitch we got tekkers
Lil bro left a body in tethers, gave a man feathers
And then he got birded (Free him)
I could talk about next mans work
Cause I score, but the opp's always say and got blurded
Bro caught a body and bust it
I think he's tapped, always talking about hearses (Mad man)

[Chorus]
Bands stacked all in some rubbers
Can't get enough, man, I just want more (Them hunnas)
Walk in Harrods with numbers
Splurging, we don't check tags in stores (No)
I talk my shit when I'm talking bricks
Came up from a Q in draws (Mhm)
Walk with sticks, we don't walk and slip
Yo, bruddah, what you tek dis for?
Bands stacked all in some rubbers
Can't get enough, man, I just want more (Them hunnas)
Walk in Harrods with numbers
Splurging, we don't check tags in stores (No)
I talk my shit when I'm talking bricks
Came up from a Q in draws (Mhm)
Walk with sticks, we don't walk and slip
Yo, bruddah, what you tek dis for?

[Verse 2]
Opps ain't got p's they ain't dripping
But from time, left them wet from the chingings (Dripping)
Splashed up *****, it got gory
Like Dory, duke just kept swimming (Just keep swimming)
On the topic of soaking, It's oceans when I'm next to these women
Somebody come get her, she's stealing the liquor, Rae Sremmurd weren't even kidding (No flex, zone)
I get holes in one like tiger, I was tired of the quarter bricking
The sprite tastes dirty, I'm twisted, they say I tired of sipping (No!)
The line stays ringing, It's ripping, I'm tired of the Nokia rhythm
You chat to much with you virgin blade, ain't my man tired of chitting (Chatting)

[Chorus]
Bands stacked all in some rubbers
Can't get enough, man, I just want more (Them hunnas)
Walk in Harrods with numbers
Splurging, we don't check tags in stores (No)
I talk my shit when I'm talking bricks
Came up from a Q in draws (Mhm)
Walk with sticks, we don't walk and slip
Yo, bruddah, what you tek dis for?
Bands stacked all in some rubbers
Can't get enough, man, I just want more (Them hunnas)
Walk in Harrods with numbers
Splurging, we don't check tags in stores (No)
I talk my shit when I'm talking bricks
Came up from a Q in draws (Mhm)
Walk with sticks, we don't walk and slip
Yo, bruddah, what you tek dis for?

[Outro]
Diligence
X10