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[Intro]
(Popstar)
(Ty on that sh*t)

[Chorus]
She keep starin' at my neck, diamonds dance like Michael Jackson
In the trap house pourin' up Prince
We keep fexin' just like this
I know why they hate this sh*t
Cause' they hoe all on my di*k
I can stop, was made like this

[Verse]
Damn, n*gga mad cause' I f*cked his b*tch
n*gga always tryna' beef, what you don't like chicken?
Before I let a hoe break me I do a light sentence
Play every game like it's my last, no I don't like scrimmage
Kickin' sh*t, smokin' [?] cross my life up
Cloudy ass diamonds in your chain boy your ice up
Cap ass n*gga, stop that flexin' before I call Los and pull up with that fye n*gga
Made a wrong move, you just might die n*gga
Pourin' up some purple but my b*tch on the pink
I finesse on the outskirt, call the white boy, he so sweet
Put some brown in a Runtz bag, he call back like "bro it's smokin'"
That lil' Tony from the streets, diamonds Pac no RnB
[Chorus]
She keep starin' at my neck, diamonds dance like Michael Jackson
In the trap house pourin' up Prince
We keep fexin' just like this
I know why they hate this sh*t
Cause' they hoe all on my di*k
I can stop, was made like this