Grime Time lyrics

[Intro: Diamondsonmydi*k]
Ayy
Ayy, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch (Damn, is that Shane Clay?)

[Verse 1: Diamondsonmydi*k]
Uh, in the Underworld doing donuts in Jag', uh
I got a drink in my bag, uh
I got a b*tch with the ass
Drinking this blood, b*tch, don't drink too fast
Fall in love too quick you might crash
So many guns, b*tch, you don't wanna clash
After class [?]
Should've used your head, lil' stupid f*ck n*gga
Finesse a n*gga, act like I don't remember
Take that b*tch soul, put it in a blender
RCB, b*tch, you not a member
n*ggas going out sad singing to these hoes like Drake
Pull out the Drac', put it right to your face
Nyoom, who's tryna race?
Pull up in foreign, it's sitting on [?]
[?] pressure
f*cking these b*tches with no effort
n*gga pulled up and now holes in his sweater
Goddamn, b*tch, you should've knew better
Goddamn, n*gga, I'm changing the weather
I got the drip, uh
I [?] bust on her lips
She tryna [?], she tryna sniff
I just sniffed a few lines off of her titties
Make the b*tches wait in line for this di*k
[?] curve a b*tch [?]
Got a new GLOCK with a unlimited clip
I'ma cut the b*tch out, I'll never be simp
He f*cking with Shane, n*gga got his ass whipped
Beat his ass and his girl tried to take a pic
[?]
[Verse 2: Lil Kawaii]
Ayy, I'm in that new [?]
I got a bust down, call me [?]
Number (N)ine denim, Number (N)ine Mickey
I'm in the club, I'm on the [?]
That b*tch a thot, that b*tch gon' eat
I bite her neck, I got blood on my teeth
Stomp his ass out, I got blood on my kicks
I'm in the Hellcat, that b*tch go beep
Brand new ho, brand new racks
Brand new b*tch, brand new ass
I walk with a limp, my pockets is fat
I made it clap like I got a MAC
Round of applause
I'm in her mouth, I'm in her jaw
I am your daddy, I need an award
I hop in the Benz, you hop in Accords
You got the BB, I got the fire
Yeah, I'm too geeked, I'm taking lala
He want a free feat, that boy off the zaza
He want a free feat, that boy off the zaza