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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slatt Zy
Slatt Zy
Rap
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Rap
Young Cutta
Young Cutta
Programming
Youngcutta
Youngcutta
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taizion Vinson
Taizion Vinson
Composer
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Composer
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Cutta
Young Cutta
Producer
Christian “Scientist” Perez
Mixing Engineer
Salvador "Fatol Flow" Majail
Salvador "Fatol Flow" Majail
Engineer
Andre "Drizza Don" Bridges
Andre "Drizza Don" Bridges
Engineer
Ian Sefchick
Ian Sefchick
Mastering Engineer
Christian Mármol Pérez
Christian Mármol Pérez
Mixing Engineer
Youngcutta
Youngcutta
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
These diamonds don't chill, why the fuck would I chill?
I'm poppin' my shit, give a fuck how you feel
She ride on the dick, but she ain't got no wheels
Been dead for a minute, the fuck can I live?
Forgettin' my memory, poppin' these X
A mouthful of diamonds, that's why she get wet
Don't get near this car, we got choppas and TEC's
She gon' crash on the gang, it's gon' turn to a wreck
[Verse 2]
I'm in the projects, designer, my jeans
Hi-Tech, my cup, and I'm gone on a bean
You were fuckin' my brother, she fuckin' the team
But that ain't my concern, she just chasin' her dream
I was down on my ass, man, they ain't give me shit
I see she won't fuck 'cause I'm flashin' my wrist
Take a piss on yo' block 'cause I know where y'all been
My first year in the game, get the fuck off my dick
[Verse 3]
Roll down the window, on hood, I'ma fly
He claim he street, he ain't comin' outside
Caught a **** slippin' at the gas station, he was high
Middle school, first year, we was tryna steal tires
Know how I feel when I get on these pills
Activis activate, go on a drill
Cartier lenses get foggy as hell
But I reach for my Glock to put two in his head
[Verse 4]
Go out of town and I fuck up the road
Pop me a Perc' and I pop me a dro
Is death round the corner? I'm new in these clothes
Exposed to street like before I was four
Tryna look good, wanna cop me a jacket
These bitches, that shirt with a lion as a pet
I'ma flex on a bitch when I hop off the jet
If I fuck with you, bitch, better know that you blessed
[Verse 5]
Diamonds don't chill, why the fuck would I chill?
I'm poppin' my shit, give a fuck how you feel
She ride on the dick, but she ain't got no wheels
Been dead for a minute, the fuck can I live?
Forgetting' my memory, poppin' these X
A mouthful of diamonds, that's why she get wet
Don't get near this car, we got choppas and TEC's
She gon' crash on the gang, it's gon' turn to a wreck
[Verse 6]
I'm in the projects, designer, my jeans
Hi-Tech, my cup, and I'm gone on a bean
You were fuckin' my brother, she fuckin' the team
But that ain't my concern, she just chasin' her dream
I was down on my ass, man, they ain't give me shit
I see she won't fuck 'cause I'm flashin' my wrist
Take a piss on yo' block 'cause I know where y'all been
My first year in the game, get the fuck off my dick
[Verse 7]
Fuck yo' gang and fuck yo' clique
Automatic choppa, I start shootin' till it clicks
Hop out on feet, rollin' down with the Glick
If he havin' more than ten pounds, he a lick
I took care of my **** for life and he snitched
I went in, about it, I ain't callin' no quits
Man, danger, it came with the life that I live
Blue Tips in the FN clip got chill
I'm drivin' too fast, hope my cup don't spill
If you don't wanna slime his ass out, I will
The trap I remember, the drought got real
Enough 'bout his eye, let you claim they killed
On my block, I'm the only one famous from here
Lil' hard, you know we got big bundles in here
I'm tryna whack yo' whole gang less than a year
Ain't met no **** that put me in fear
[Verse 8]
Diamonds don't chill, why the fuck would I chill?
I'm poppin' my shit, give a fuck how you feel
She ride on the dick, but she ain't got no wheels
Been dead for a minute, the fuck can I live?
Forgettin my memory, poppin' these X
A mouthful of diamonds, that's why she get wet
Don't get near this car, we got choppas and TEC's
She gon' crash on the gang, it's gon' turn to a wreck
[Verse 9]
I'm in the projects, designer, my jeans
Hi-Tech, my cup, and I'm gone on a bean
You were fuckin' my brother, she fuckin' the team
But that ain't my concern, she just chasin' her dream
I was down on my ass, man, they ain't give me shit
I see she won't fuck 'cause I'm flashin' my wrist
Take a piss on yo' block 'cause I know where y'all been
My first year in the game, get the fuck off my dick
Written by: Henry Lotas-Sherratt, Lontrell Williams, Taizion Vinson
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