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[Chorus]
Diamonds on my eyes, I got perfect vision (Hiheartz, ooh-ooh)
I got thirties comin' in, I got good prescription (Yeah)
(Tonka, Tonka, mob ties) Yeah, twizz' been flying packs, he been servin' chickens (Hey, hey)
(Tonka, Tonka, mob ties) I just bought the Hellcat, bitch, it came with wishes (Skrrt)
(Tonka, Tonka, mob ties) We don't rock with nobody, bitch, I'm with my twizzies (Yeah)
(Tonka, Tonka, mob ties) Put the Perc' inside my soda, gettin' fizzy (He-Hey)
(Tonka, Tonka, mob ties) Lil' shawty pulled up on me, that's my bizzy (Woah)
I mix the X' with the Percs, it leave me dizzy
Yeah, mob tiеs, mob ties, we got hundred goons (Yеah)
I want māthā, māthā, pull up on me, suck up on me
Yeah, we gon' run from the cops today, 'cause they don't got nothin' on me (Woo, copper)
Yeah, you can be rockin' with the swag, but it not ya own (Not ya own)
Labels called me up, they said, "You can't drop this," so it's fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
They tryna ride the wave, they ridin' dick, bitch, so it's fuck 'em (Oh, yeah, fuck 'em)
I don't rock with nobody, I rock with me and my twizzy, that's it (Uh-uh, that's it)
I got a whole lotta money comin' in all day, it's real, no counterfeit (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
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[Chorus]
Diamonds on my eyes, I got perfect vision (Hiheartz, ooh-ooh)
I got thirties comin' in, I got good prescription (Yeah)
(Tonka, Tonka, mob ties) Yeah, twizz' been flying packs, he been servin' chickens (Hey, hey)
(Tonka, Tonka, mob ties) I just bought the Hellcat, bitch, it came with wishes (Skrrt)
(Tonka, Tonka, mob ties) We don't rock with nobody, bitch, I'm with my twizzies (Yeah)
(Tonka, Tonka, mob ties) Put the Perc' inside my soda, gettin' fizzy (He-Hey)
(Tonka, Tonka, mob ties) Lil' shawty pulled up on me, that's my bizzy (Woah)
I mix the X' with the Percs, it leave me dizzy
Yeah, mob ties, mob ties, we got hundred goons (Yeah)
I want māthā, māthā, pull up on me, suck up on me
Yeah, we gon' run from the cops today, 'cause they don't got nothin' on me (Woo, copper)
Yeah, you can be rockin' with the swag, but it not ya own (Not ya own)
Labels called me up, they said, "You can't drop this," so it's fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
They tryna ride the wave, they ridin' dick, bitch, so it's fuck 'em (Oh, yeah, fuck 'em)
I don't rock with nobody, I rock with me and my twizzy, that's it (Uh-uh, that's it)
I got a whole lotta money comin' in all day, it's real, no counterfeit (Yeah, yeah)