RIP Yams lyrics

[Intro]
(Desire)

[Verse]
Look at my cup, it's-
All of my cups be muddy
Look at his diamonds ain't hittin' for sh*t
Yeah, these n*ggas, they really be-
These n*ggas really be bummy
But I ain't trustin' these hoes
'Cause I don't even know what they want from me
Ayy, my diamonds, they hit wit' no light
Yeah, when it's night n*gga, when it ain’t sunny
(When it ain’t sunny, ha, uh, yeah, my diamonds, they hit wit' no)
I gotta keep my distance, I don't even trust 'em
New gen five and it's concealed, you know what we clutchin'
Ayy, these b*tches be trippin' on me and they fienin' for nun'
These b*tches toxic, they really be evil
All of these hunnids' is bringin' me power
I cut her off, she act like I need her
I been geeked up all weekend
(I been geeked up all weekend)
n*gga need to give it up 'cause that n*gga suck
All my diamonds bust
'Cause he wanna act tough, n*gga
Up pole, make him give it up
Yeah, pus*y boy not one of us, huh
It's a lot of sh*t up on my brain
I'm still with the same n*ggas who done been the same
Yeah, they never changed (b*tch, haha)
n*gga need to give it up, yeah that n*gga suck
Diamonds on me bust
Actin' like he had it rough, n*gga goin' up
f*ck it, I might put Forgiatos on my truck
Yeah, you won't find me in the club
Catch me up in Saks, n*gga wit' a dub
These n*ggas rats, they be tellin'
Huh, how much I made, no tellin'
How much I spent, no tellin'
I blew a his rent in Margiela
That n*gga [?]
[?] out the can, I did all I can, I did all I could
(These n*ggas really be fans, and these b*tches really be fans)
You know I built this sh*t up
Yeah, from the ground up, yeah, from the mud
And I told my twin at the trap
"Sum' up in this b*tch, turn 'em to wood"
Yeah, Balenciaga with the-
Balenciaga with the [?], uh
n*gga my cup be-