Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Vocals
Summrs
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Songwriter
Deante Johnson
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
steven giron
Songwriter
Robin Deibert-Patterson
Songwriter
Thomas Cooper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synthetic
Producer
venny
Producer
Noah Smith
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mastering Engineer
Prod TCtheplaymaker
Producer
Yung Robin
Producer
Lyrics
[PreChorus]
Go 'head buss yo head
Diamonds
Diamonds
What else?
What else?
Swerve, swerve
What else?
Diamonds
What else?
[Chorus]
Bentley, truck
Diamonds, sun
In the night, yeah, we demons, yeah, we lurk
In the day you get broke, go to work
Diamonds
Go to work
Go to work
Diamonds
Go to work
Yeah, 'cause you're broke
Go to work
Yeah, 'cause you're broke
Yeah, yeah go to work, go to work
You a joke
[Verse 1]
I need nine figures
Chop they hand, chop off all they fingers
Go 'head be a meme they gone forget about ya
Yeah, I'm the real king Yeat, wanna speak, go and get a voucher
Yeah, swerve, swerve, yeah, we gone get up out here
Swerve, swerve, I took the Lamb' outta here
Go 'head buss yo' head
Go 'head give me head
Go 'head buss yo' diamonds
You can't get like me
Go 'head buss yo' style up
Go 'head steal my jeans
Go 'head get you shot up
Like a sprin'
Oh, I got these diamonds, yeah and diamonds on my team
How I got this bread, yeah? They can't fuck with me, yeah
[Verse 2]
Might hit yo' ass with a fuckin' dart
Hop out the motherfuckin' truck, yeah, make 'em hear the spark, yeah
Beat it up from the back I'm lovin' this bitch arch, yeah
Replace her heart, I bought this lil' bitch Chrome Hearts
I'm stuffin' this money in my pockets
Get too close I'm poppin'
Toot up the Maybach truck this bitch got hydraulics
I still rock a big stupid buckle, I take my off my belt and whoop
Or I might fry ya ass on that pan and cook ya
Tryna catch his ass at the show, okay we booked him
Got his ass hot like the Suns, DBook him
All of my **** is crooked
Get his ass wiped for the lookin'
Tell him get packed like a Russian
Stand over you then I buss you
[PreChorus]
Go head buss yo 'head
Diamonds
Diamonds
What else?
What else?
Swerve, swerve
What else?
Diamonds
What else?
[Chorus]
Bentley, truck
Diamonds, sun
In the night, yeah, we demons, yeah, we lurk
In the day, you get broke, go to work
Diamond
Go to work
Go to work
Diamond
Go to work
Yeah, 'cause you're broke
Go to work
Yeah, 'cause you're broke
Yeah, yeah, go to work, go to work
You a joke
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, I need nine figures
Chop they hand, chop off all they fingers
Yeah, go head be a meme they gon' forget about ya
Yeah, I'm the real king Yeat, wanna speak, go and get a voucher
Yeah, swerve, swerve, yeah, we gone get up out here
Swerve, swerve, I took the lamb outta here
Go 'head buss yo head
Go 'head give me head
Go 'head buss yo diamonds
You can't get like me
Go 'head buss yo style up
Go 'head steal my jeans
Go 'head we get you shot up
Like a spring
Oh, I got these diamonds, yeah and diamonds on my team
How I got this bread, yeah? They can't fuck with me, yeah
Written by: Deante Johnson, Javier Mercado, Noah Smith, Robin Deibert-Patterson, Thomas Cooper, steven giron