Factory Diamonds lyrics

[Intro]
God, don't kill me right now
As soon as a f*ck n*gga act up, act up, act up, Blerrh
Blerrh, Blerrh (Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow)
Blerrh, Blerrh (Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow)
Blerrh, Blerrh (Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow)

[Chorus]
Soon as a f*ck n*gga act up, clapped up, sent to a grave and his body get wrapped up
I don't know what happened, somebody got patched up, they pulled up sendin' sh*t out a black truck
Murda-Ball, I got some big money packed up packed up, wrapped up, get his ass gone
I'm the same n*gga, who slanging that iron that f*cked on yo' b*tch and still trap out a home
Huh, Benji, he back to the bad news, bone
Bad news for the opps, so what?, so gone
f*ck all the dead opps, hit it in stone
Bad nеws for a f*ck n*gga, your hoe gone
Freak b*tch suck mе right down to the proton
She tryna pull up on me, get her ho on
f*ck from the back and I gotta go pro on, send it to her n*gga with the slow mo on

[Verse]
Don't clock up your weed on the wrong scale, that's the one OG put dope on
My n*gga callin' from jail, said he need a bill, I had to say hold on
My n*gga institutionalized some affairs, I can tell he out his top
Soon as he hit the streets, first thing that he gon' do is make some drop Yeah, he gon' step on a opp
Yeah, he gon' jump in that box
They try to tell her to stop?
Yeah, and gon' f*ck up they block
She jumpin' in front of that di*k, pretty ass tryna bend on they block Cause they pullin' up, droppin' off ticks
n*ggas know that them fully's get sick
And that b*tch tryna pull up, get lit
5L, Mad Max, psycho sh*t
EBK, no typo, b*tch
Big triple S to them lifers, b*tch
No, I'm not beefin' on swipers, I got real killers that'll do you somethin' n*ggas catch you on the lip and spray your whip and then go two for one Two for one, yeah, do you somethin'
Shut your mouth, b*tch, n*gga, before you make me prove somethin'
You ain't killed no n*gga, you gon' make me chew you somethin'
[Chorus]
Soon as a f*ck n*gga act up, clapped up, sent to a grave and his body get wrapped up
I don't know what happened, somebody got patched up, they pulled up sendin' sh*t out a black truck
Murda-Ball, I got some big money packed up packed up, wrapped up, get his ass gone
I'm the same n*gga, who slanging that iron that f*cked on yo' b*tch and still trap out a home
Huh, Benji, he back to the bad news, bone
Bad news for the opps, so what?, so gone
f*ck all the dead opps, hit it in stone
Bad news for a f*ck n*gga, your hoe gone
Freak b*tch suck me right down to the proton
She tryna pull up on me, get her ho on
f*ck from the back and I gotta go pro on, send it to her n*gga with the slow mo on