دانلود آهنگ DIAMOND DALLAS.
از Armani White

Ha-ha-ha
Made it out the hood, now I’m just visiting my mama
Make a couple mill’, get her a crib in the Bahamas, what I’m on
Fly public airplane, private island
With some young niggas under my wing, I’m Diamond Dallas
Diamond, top of the morning
Stop by my block, that’s on top of my tourin’
Five thousand dock guys, to cop my performance
Shawty mark the orders, call my pluggy on the cordless
Where I’m from nigga? Straight west side where I get it in at
I might up a red dot up on the citizen app
If I double park the ride, it’s not a ticket attached
If she fucking up the vibe, gotta sit in the back
Made it out the hood, now I’m just visiting my mama
Make a couple mill’, get her a crib in the Bahamas, what I’m on
Fly public airplane, private island
With some young niggas under my wing, I’m Diamond Dallas
Diamond, rough out my cut, I grew fine in
Ballin’ with my brothers like I’m Giannis
That’s a promise, I’m the big black Bane
Sixpack, chain hang the wrist, ain’t no miss, see the swish, that’s game
One eyed open, I don’t trust these bitches
I’m only one flight over, I could bus these bitches
I’m on the run with it, I’m in every city in a new hood
Nigga Gary Biddy like the new Suge
New year, same friends, it’s a balance
New crib, same block, it’s surveillance
New whip, same sectioned, off place
And if them alphabet suppress, I kept this weapon off waste like blow
Pack it up
Stay tourin’
Wrap it up
Late mornin’ (aye)
Dickie Khakis on your neighbor, this ain’t State Farm
Bitch, next door you slam, you gon’ pay for it
Tesla on my charger plug
Checkin’ on my foster
I thought cuz was tryna finesse me
Ain’t no way this watch can cost that much
I text my dawg to sharpen up that jackal landed, they carved him up
The true shit don’t get bars enough
Them viewings ain’t apartment hunts, it’s partial luck
Made it up out this bitch and got my guns quick
Got youngins who gon’ dump shit
Wonder how I run shit? (Well)
I fought a lot of niggas at the functions
If I could do it all again, I woulda jumped ’em
Sparkin’ off assumptions, let’s start with the facts
Some niggas said they didn’t like me, now they caught in the act
You on the ‘Gram, that’s your bitch so you bought her a bag
I bought a bag for all them bitches you just saw in the ads
I doubled advance a lot can not, can’t knock
A comma like it’s nonchalant, my profit, I could pocket
Half a parkin’ lot and (hold on)
Blank check, my bank keep tabs on my statements
I just copped a villa for the month, this shit like Drake crib
I can’t fuck with bitches, who like steak red
I’m basic or racist, I still ain’t throw no white flag on no beefing shit
Lil Brenda got the cheapest crib, my condo up the street from it
The lease 4 and a baby and we keepin’ it (bars)
Made it out the hood, now I’m just visiting my mama
Make a couple mill’, get her a crib in the Bahamas, what I’m on
Fly public airplane, private island
With some young niggas under my wing, I’m Diamond Dallas
Diamond, rough out my cut, I grew fine in
Ballin’ with my brothers like I’m Giannis
That’s a promise, I’m the big black Bane
Sixpack, chain hang the wrist, ain’t no miss, see the swish, that’s game