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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Vocals
Yung Lan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Milan Modi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kieran Lasker
Assistant Engineer
Yung Lan
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Diamonds own glisten and I shine for the summer
Gold in my grill like I'm Breadwinner Gunna
[Verse 2]
You know, I be tryin' to find what make me happy, what
I don't really know what make me happy, right now
[Verse 3]
Diamonds own glisten and I shine for the summer
Redo her front of her body I punish
Walkin' the street like I'm daddy, I'm thuggin'
He's speakin' on gangs be god or be buggin'
She work at V Live I supply her with lumber
The skirt, that I shoot, when I'm supplying the jungle
Kevin Garnett, they retire my number
Gold in my grill like I'm Breadwinner Gunna
[Verse 4]
Demand on my hand and I'm pushin' a button
Big body 'Benz, I'm a whip like a cutlass
Mouth full of diamonds, up under the gutter
I ain't talkin' no scissors, we workin' with cutters
Balla and solo retarded, I'm muggin' I punctured your hoe
Put that rod on a cousin
Fresh outta jail made a brick, go to bumpin'
My children gon' eat, you ain't tellin' me nothin'
[Verse 5]
Trapped in the trenches I'm sellin' Hermes
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Servin' the bird but it used to be bank
Flippin' 'em tickets cause they used to be stacks
Watches don't tick, but he used to do that
One off the case and we swervin' we gas
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair
[Verse 6]
Trapped in the trenches I'm sellin' Hermes
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in my hair
Trapped in the trenches I'm sellin' Hermes
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair
[Verse 7]
Screech out from the foreign
This here get alarmin'
New firearm in the arm of my garments
Phone steady jumpin' and my flip get annoyin'
Droppin' the pot but my wrist not performin'
Ice on my necklace, my pendant performin'
Is it 'cause of fortune, oh no, and you now it
[Verse 8]
No one alive, no one alive would do your body harm, ooh
Never Chanel like we sponsored by Spalding
New rival location, immediate ballin'
Pack get the mail, outta Cali, she caught it
Jump in the Toyota my truck is Sequoia
I'm ridin', I'm all takin' extra precaution
Get that out the way, to get right back to flossin'
I did the dash in, and you fell in love
My nickname should be awesome
[Verse 9]
Trapped in the trenches I'm sellin' Hermes
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Servin' the bird but it used to be bank
Flippin' 'em tickets cause they used to be stacks
Watches don't tick, but he used to do that
One off the case and we swervin' we gas
Hop off where you at, put a curb in your head
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair
[Verse 10]
Trapped in the trenches I'm sellin' Hermes
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in my hair
Trapped in the trenches I'm sellin' Hermes
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair
[Verse 11]
Stuck up and got the game, can't help but stare
She do what I tell her my word in her hair
Penetrating her brain, it's disturbin' or scared
You look back at me when that ass in the air
[Verse 12]
Wiggle it slow when you dancin', it's sexy
She say she don't like when I fuck all aggressive
Call for me, help with me, hold it together
Get on the road when I deal with depression
[Verse 13]
Droppin' the net when I got in my bag
End of the money with forty-eight grand
All the red wine and put that on my tab
Hoe reach for her phone and I got on her ass
I love my new hoe I'ma take her to France
Hit Amsterdam and go hard on the gas
Booty so big, difficult not to grab
Still tryna see how you got in them pants
[Verse 14]
Trapped in the trenches I'm sellin' Hermes
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Servin' the bird but it used to be bank
Flippin''em tickets cause they used to be stacks
Watches don't tick, but he used to do that
One off the case and we swervin' we gas
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your head
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair
[Verse 15]
Trapped in the trenches I'm sellin' Hermes
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in my hair
Trapped in the trenches I'm sellin' Hermes
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair
Written by: Kevin Gates, Milan Modi