Diamonds On Hit lyrics

[Intro]
Rok on the track, yeah

[Verse]
Diamonds on hit, yeah
Spend a hundred thousand on my b*tch, yeah
Broke a lotta hearts, pray they get fixed, yeah
I'm a f*cking rockstar in my defense, yeah
Riding past a cop car, I ain't worried 'bout a ticket, yeah
I mix Alex McQueen up with Rick, yeah
Panamera coupe, finna switch the gear
Know one phone call'll get you hit, yeah
Sitting in my Prada bag, that's a lotta cash
Lotta girls wanna suck on that, that's a motherf*ckin' fact
Brand new Fendi for my day ones, we don't wear Abercrombie or Nike now
[?], [?] I f*ck up [?] now
Switch up the gears in the Benz likе a motherf*ckin' bicycle
Hurt her muff from thе back, now she like it now
Céline on me, Céline on me
I been talking to her friend, she do not condone it
Police watching 'cause I hop in the whip and do donuts
f*ck your b*tch and hit her friend as a bonus
Know I tote the stick, boy, AK ending the moment
I got VVS diamonds on hit, they the coldest
Send a tweet, got b*tches quoting
Got your main b*tch acting like her heart is not broken
Can't take