+ H/E - (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti & $NOT]
Robbers, n*gga
What you know about robbin' n*ggas?
What you know about TECs? (Tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh)
What you know about mobbin', n*gga? (Slatt, tssh-tssh
Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*tches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny (Ayy)
I just called up Avianne

[Verse 1: $NOT]
My enemies (Ayy, Ayy), they died in front of me (Haha)
Kill everyone, but one alive, I disagree (b*tch)
Whoa, I disagree (Uh-uh)
I been helpin' n*ggas, but they stab me in the back (Ah)
You only live once, so I'ma leave it in the past (In the past)
I leave it in the past (In the past)
I can get real f*ckin' mad, Hulk Smash (Yeah)
Dior bracelet on my wrist, hold me down (Ah)
Baby, if I hurt you, will you still hold me down? (Hold me down)
Causin' agony in n*ggas' dreams while they sleep (Haha)
Confidence and vanity, bringin' n*ggas hell (Yuh)
And baby, if I show you everything, will you tell? (Will you tell?)
Bringin' b*tches H-E-double-hockey-sticks (Yeah)
f*ck 'em up in every point with hollow tips (Yeah)
Triple dog dare me, lightning strike to your face (Yeah)
f*ck wit' me, I'll have you runnin' laps in a maze (Ayy)
Goyard, mix-match, 'cause I got different taste (Yuh)
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*tches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't f*ck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just f*cked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' b*tch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a b*tch, yeah, the b*tch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' b*tch
Kick the b*tch out, I didn't need the b*tch (Tssh)
I'm from the Flat, lil' n*ggas (Yeah)
We started trappin', n*gga (Tssh)
We started rappin', n*gga
These all black diamonds, n*gga
Hang out with robbers, n*gga
What you know about robbin' n*ggas?
What you know about TECs? (Tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh)
What you know about mobbin', n*gga? (Slatt, tssh-tssh)
[Outro: Playboi Carti]
Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*tches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't f*ck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just f*cked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' b*tch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a b*tch, yeah, the b*tch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' b*tch
Kick the b*tch out, I didn't need the b*tch (Ayy)