Threw With This Sh*t

Gucci! Gucci All these diamonds on me, they dancing on me She glancing like I'm a star These Giuseppe's on me, they stepping on me So I might just stand on the bar Got this weapon on me don't help me homie In the parking lot I'm a star Put my Bentley to your sentra nigga It's like a bird just shit on your car Got 3 birds strapped to your pa And I might be wearing his [?] If he don't pay when I tell him to then I'm kidnapping your ma' Got them white diamonds, no flaw Got that bad bitch with no bra And if you know what these tear drops mean Then what the fuck you trying me for? I done showed this bitch too much too quick So I can't cut her off that's foolishness She tell on me, it's over with Man I don't even want nothing to do with this bitch One more run and I'm through with this shit I don't even want nothing to do with this shit All this cash I'm sick of this shit It's midnight mane [?] I pour a deuce in 20 juices I swear I'm a fool with this shit But I ain't drinking lean no more I swear I'm through with this shit I smoke so many blunts of kush I man I'm a fool with this shit But I ain't smoking that shit no more man I'm through with this shit I fucked so many different bitches I'm a fool with this shit But I ain't fucking with these hoes no more I'm through with this shit So many diamonds on me I done caught the flu with this shit But I ain't buying that shit no more man I'm through with this shit Ain't no flexing on me, it's a blessing homie Got a collar shirt with a diamond resting on it At the concert stressing that your pressing on me And they damn near had to bring a stretcher homie At the western homie and your girl is one me And the girl so cool she brought and extra homie Girl on girl no question homie Damn I swear that shit was a pressure moment Futuristic ride like a Jetson homie Got the Forgiato rims with the F's on em' Summer come out they put the dresses on And the bitch so fine I put a necklace on her Got a bitch that call me super sport She say all my cars got S's on em' Shout to Bun, you a legend homie Did a verse for me, now I got Texas on me I'm through with this shit and I'm through with this shit Cause' I know that one of these niggas might snitch Which one of y'all gonna be a little bitch? Which one you young niggas wanna get rich? Dropped out of school but he got a little sense Wanna get rich? Gotta take that risk Gotta work yo' bitch, gotta work your wrist Gotta use good sense, gotta sell that fish If you shit where you piss then it don't make sense Selling bricks with a bitch then it don't make sense They were friends til the end then you snitched on a friend? Well a friend tells the truth and you're not my friend If niggas were real then niggas will win I never put trust in these niggas again How you my clan you and didn't stick to the plan? You say you a man but you told on your man? Sammy the boo man you know what you did Snitched on them all just to show off to yo bitch 2 shots in the head for the shit that you did You say you OG but you talk to the feds Judas betray me, you gave me this bread All the time you had dope planted on edge The city infested man, watch for the plague Watch for the rest and look out the pigs