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Lyrics

[Intro: OsamaSon] (Bee, bee, bee) [Verse 1: OsamaSon] P-Pour a duece, black truck, we flip it Perc-15, I couldn't even get it I need two cups, you get it? C-Count up too much, digits Shit, way I whip, that ho wan' get in Tell ya' lil' ho, "Get in," yeah On God, I got my stick in, lil' bitch, I'm not missin', yeah Watch your back, 'fore lil' slime get it, 'cause he heard you dissin' (Pff) On me, put the stick on your homie (Pff-pff) I-I got way too geeked, fucked up my stomach, throw up green (Pff) Me and MAC 11, go three-peat, fuck up the scene Who invited these hoes? Fa-Fast ass whip, Geronimo My shit lift you off your toes I-I'm gon' shoot, don't get too close Fuck that Track' up, then count more Diamonds bright, fuck up my flow [Verse 2: Summrs] Yeah, she wanna fuck on Lil' Rino, you could go fuck on Lil' O, yeah I'm high as a plane, I'm high as a jet, the money is still on the floor, yeah You fuck with my gang, put chops on your neck, you know how that shit go, yeah Fuck all them diamonds, put you on a plane, you thought a young nigga was broke, yeah I'm flexin' on jit, she impressin' my dick, you knew this lil' ho was on go, yeah Just get on your knees and eat me up, bitch, I'm knowin' that you is a pro Diamonds came from Africa, and I'll turn this bitch to a massacre I ain't up in no Challenger, I'm in a Maybach Huh, huh, pull out my visa, she seen that it's black, she think she gettin' everythin' Huh, my diamonds like a wedding ring, woo, that chopper sing like Eddie King I pull up on shit in the rain, yeah, nigga think that he gang, yeah But that bitch really a stain, I'm walkin' on shit with my cane Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, take some racks out the bank Yeah, then I go to Johnny Dang, woo Bitch finna give me that brain, woo Say she wanna wear my chain, woo I'm up in this bitch with my eagle, she wanted that dick, so I gave her a sequel, yeah It's lil' Rino, baby, nice to meet you, yeah You know that I hang 'round creatures, yeah You know that I hang around niggas that go in them houses then jump out the bleachers Leave some stains on your shirt, yeah, so you know that I gotta come bleach you, yeah I ain't fuckin' with none of these leeches, yeah, I ain't fuckin' with none of these treeshes Like get on her knees, start preachin' Give a fuck about that contract, they ain't tryna pay a nigga to not breach it I keep shit P, she think I'm a P, 'cause I got Moncler of every season One of my shooters, he do more hits than the motherfuckin' Beatles 'Fore I clock out the game, I'ma get your bitch-ass soaked out before the fuckin' beeper nigga [Outro] Huh, huh Double R, bird business, double R, bird business These niggas ain't with us, nigga, you is a witness, yeah, huh, huh