[Chorus]
I got diamonds on my G-Shock, n***a, this not no Patek
Had to roll me up a blunt 'cause these n***as make me upset
Either in the crib or at a show, bitch, I barely get wrecked
Do not say that you was dissin', boy, you talk under your breath, uh, yeah

[Verse]
You not tough, my n***as like peroxide when we in that cut, yeah
My n***as, they got mob ties, we do not get caught up, yeah
You already know we outside, so a n***a come run up, yeah
He gon' try to store that, AMG, it's open
Money in the toaster, askin', "Where your boss at?"
Runnin' with my Rugrat, give that boy a toe tag
L, n***a, hold that, damn, where your pole at? Yeah, uh
N***a swear he the hardest out, n***a, that shit don't make sense
Take that song off the airwaves, n***a, it do not need spins
And when my brodie shoot, know he shoot for heads, no, he don't do limbs
If we can't get the drop, n***a, then we gonna have to get your friend
And I don't wanna have to do it
'Cause my n***as really ignorant with them sticks, they just get to shootin'
N***as know I'm getting paper, but, no, I'm not no student
And my shooter really love Nike, when he pull up, he just do it
Yeah, need to cool down your block 'cause we lit it up
Yeah, n***as hate and n***as talk 'cause they not good enough
Yeah, and I ain't talkin' no Tupac, but we gon' hit him up
Yeah, no, I don't care 'bout no casualty, come pick him up
[Chorus]
I got diamonds on my G-Shock, n***a, this not no Patek
Had to roll me up a blunt 'cause these n***as make me upset
Either in the crib or at a show, bitch, I barely get wrecked
Do not say that you was dissin', boy, you talk under your breath
I got diamonds on my G-Shock, n***a, this not no Patek
Had to roll me up a blunt 'cause these n***as make me upset
Either in the crib or at a show, bitch, I barely get wrecked
Do not say that you was dissin', boy, you talk under your breath

[Outro]
(Uh, uh, uh)
(Woo)
Yeah