Supër Test

Lyrics

[Intro] Diamonds came in, it's an avalanche, yeah Somebody call up an ambulance, yeah Lotta mud, lotta mud, lotta mud, lotta— They never heard no shit like this, yeah Lotta mud, lotta mud (Yeah) Let's go (Rick Owen my jean, yeah) [Chorus] Diamonds they real, you can test 'em (Test) Foot on the gas in this Corvette, I'm pushing a hunnid-eighty I can't let up (Skrrt, swerve) Yeah, we don't play 'round, you can test 'em (Yeah) Got your lil' thot riding us, she over here sucking dick and taking Tesla's (Too geeked) Swear to God, they sеnd the best sluts Who is that kid, nevеr heard of 'em? (Who?) How the fuck did that Jeep go convertible? (What?) Yeah, hunnids on hunnids Hunnids on hunnids, we sip a whole lotta mud (Mud) I ain't running from it I ain't running from it, you can test your luck (Go ahead and test your luck, phew, phew, phew, phew) Yeah, I made this beat cause it's better Yeah, Homme Plus CDG sweater weather No, please, I only want the top, yeah, I only want the header, it's better Yeah, I'm with the Palm Angels, literally Yeah, I'm with the Balmain leather All this drip, it came from Italy I don't get diamonds from Tiffany (No) Eliantte, O, X, Y, I'm missing my ho (Eliantte) IT, don't ask why Tiffany fucked, ooh [Verse] You are not sipping on Act'-Act' Karo, dude-dude It's only ten bands, y'all don't know how to act Bitch, what do I want, yeah, the 'Vette or the 'Cat? Yes, I get geeked every day, not a stress Yeah, I done forgot to react (React) I swear the pussy just tryna to get reactions I worry less They told me it's too much bread in my account, gotta retract some, yeah (Finna go turn the bitch up) I be in Dover Street Market, I don't shop at no Pacsun, yeah Yeah, y'all late to all of this shit, yeah, you still on the PS1 I'm packing these diamonds, they hit in the middle of the night, man, these bitches, them VS1 (VS1) I got my twizzy, I told him we did it, I told him it's up, yeah, it's done (Up, up) I'm addicted to stacking my riches and fucking these bitches, now ask 'em "Who won?", yeah (Ask 'em) And I don't care if you wanna fuck with it, rock with it, yeah, you not the one (Bitch) Keep your mouth shut, you talking too much, you chopping a gun (Let's go) [Chorus] Diamonds they real, you can test 'em (Test) Foot on the gas in this Corvette, I'm pushing a hunnid-eighty I can't let up (Skrrt, swerve) Yeah, we don't play 'round, you can test 'em (Yeah) Got your lil' thot riding us, she over here sucking dick and taking Tesla's (Too geeked) Swear to God, they send the best sluts Who is that kid, never heard of 'em? (Who?) How the fuck did that Jeep go convertible? (What?) Yeah, hunnids on hunnids Hunnids on hunnids, we sip a whole lotta mud (Mud) I ain't running from it I ain't running from it, you can test your luck (Go ahead and test your luck, phew, phew, phew, phew) Yeah, I made this beat cause it's better Yeah, Homme Plus CDG sweater weather No, please, I only want the top, yeah, I only want the header, it's better Yeah, I'm with the Palm Angels, literally Yeah, I'm with the Balmain leather All this drip, it came from Italy I don't get diamonds from Tiffany (No) Eliantte, O, X, Y, I'm missing my ho IT, don't ask why Tiffany fucked, ooh