On My Arm

Lyrics

[Intro: IceBirds] (Ayy, YNGKANE!, now you're playin' again!) (Sk8kash tell 'em) Ayy Damn Woah [Chorus: IceBirds] Ayy, diamonds on my arm Your girl on my arm Chopper on my arm Did it on my own Your bitch give me super dome, and she know just what I'm on Bullets hit your dome, big Backwoods, don't smoke a cone Addicted to that money, need my paper I'm in a SRT with that chopper on me Know I'm gon' drip from my head to my feet Uppin' the score if you post and delete Your bitch wanna fuck, and don't gotta meet Know I count up at the sound of the beep I'ma pull up in a big-body My niggas gon' shoot, they only hobby Ayy, pour me up, I need two cups Smoke on gas 'til I throw up It look like I'm sleep, but I really my be up Ten in a week, what you make in a month My niggas pull up, and pop shit, no cap, nigga, I don't gotta front Jumped off the porch, and into a Porsche She eatin' me up, and it's making her hoarse [Verse 1: Bando Supreme] Ballin' on thе court in every sport Hop in the coupе, put it in sport Up the score, I got bands, but I need more Flexin' 'til my core, I smoke the gas on the way to court This clock don't go out, it's still working like it's overtime You cross that line if you want, spill him like a cup of drank We put him in this 'Wood, and smoke it in your hood just to celebrate [Verse 2: 44 Oakboy] My young niggas, they catchin' bodies for Yeezys, they did it for Yeezus Thirty shots in this Glock 19, and I just iced out my Jesus piece Fuck around, and caught a body, had to ask Lord, "Why Jesus, please?" Hit that boy with that stick, but didn't wanna do it I know she from the hood, she smokin' squares, and sippin' Henny Runnin' through the hood with this AR strapped up in the Hemi In my hood I'm like Big Meech, pockets fat, they on Peezy Pull up, get some face, and I'm leaving [Chorus: IceBirds] Ayy, diamonds on my arm Your girl on my arm Chopper on my arm Did it on my own Your bitch give me super dome, and she know just what I'm on Bullets hit your dome, big Backwoods, don't smoke a cone Addicted to that money, need my paper I'm in a SRT with that chopper on me Know I'm gon' drip from my head to my feet Uppin' the score if you post and delete Your bitch wanna fuck, and don't gotta meet Know I count up at the sound of the beep I'ma pull up in a big body My niggas gon' shoot, they only hobby Ayy, pour me up, I need two cups Smoke on gas 'til I throw up It look like I'm sleep, but I really my be up Ten in a week, what you make in a month My niggas pull up, and pop shit, no cap, nigga, I don't gotta front Jumped off the porch, and into a Porsche She eatin' me up