Hunnits, Fifties
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And these diamonds on my, yuh, ay Understand that these diamonds on my Neck look like a glacier, ayy And I don't even need your hoe Don't need to save her, ayy I'm just counting up the guap Get right the paper, ayy I'm just counting up the guap Get right the paper, ayy I got them hunnit's, fifties, in the trap Where it's at I got them hunnit's, fifties, in the trap Where it's at Splittin' hunnit's, fifties, yeah In the trap, where it's at Hunnit's, fifties, ay, in the Trap, where it's at, yeah Spent about 10 bands on my necklace Hunnit racks bussin' out the wrapper Lil broke boy yet you say you flexin' Count it up, count it up Diamonds on flex mode Shit looking like it's playin' Tetris 'Preme on my chest, I'm a mess Lil bitch then spend that check And I wreck shit Lil bitch twitch like erections You ain't got the strap like yuh, ay Runnin' up them bands like yuh, ay Main bitch a side hoe what, ay Had to cut my ex, she a thot, ay I'm a real nigga, know how I rock, yeah I don't want box, just top, ay Smokin' all the loud, can't stop, ay Wrist work right with the pot, damn Wrist work right with the pot, damn Broke my wrist like what, damn Wrist work right with the pot Broke my wrist like what Understand that these diamonds on my Neck look like a glacier, ayy And I don't even need your hoe Don't need to save her, ayy I'm just counting up the guap Get right the paper, ayy I'm just counting up the guap Get right the paper, ayy I got them hunnit's, fifties, in the trap Where it's at I got them hunnit's, fifties, in the trap Where it's at Splittin' hunnit's, fifties, yeah In the trap, where it's at Hunnit's, fifties, ay, in the Trap, where it's at, yeah All my diamonds dancin' Dancin', ay, dancin', ay All my diamonds dancin', dancin', Bans, yah I can't love no ho, but I love my bitch Young nigga ran it up with this counterfeit Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, VVS's hit Is you a monster or a bitch Nigga take your pick Yeah, my life a movie but I'm writin' it No stunt double Bitch we doing all type of shit Hit the bitch once Tell her bye 'cus I don't like the bitch Ridin' with the fire at all times Yeah I don't fight and shit Huh, these pussy niggas dykes as shit You lookin' like a biker bitch Bitch, I'm drinkin' Balmain straight Out the sight shit Bitch, it's Yung Bans, if I want I'mma buy that shit Understand that these diamonds on my Neck look like a glacier, ayy And I don't even need your hoe Don't need to save her, ayy I'm just counting up the guap Get right the paper, ayy I'm just counting up the guap Get right the paper, ayy I got them hunnit's, fifties, in the trap Where it's at I got them hunnit's, fifties, in the trap Where it's at Splittin' hunnit's, fifties, yeah In the trap, where it's at Hunnit's, fifties, ay, in the Trap, where it's at, yeah
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Written by: ISAIAH RIVERA, SHANE LINDSTROM, VAS COLEMAN
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