DIAMOND DALLAS. Lyrics by Armani White
Made it out the hood
Now I’m just visiting my mama
Make a couple mil
Get her a crib in the Bahamas
What I’m on
Fly public Airplane private island
With some young n***** under my wing
I’m Diamond Dallas
A Diamond
Top of the morning
Stop by my block
That’s on top of my touring
Five thousand Dock guys
To cop my performance
Shawty mark the orders
Call my pluggy on the cordless
Where I’m from n****?
Straight west side where I get it in at
I might up a red dot up on the Citizen app
If I double park the ride it’s not a ticket attached
If she fucking up the vibe, she gotta sit in the back
‘Cause I
Made it out the hood
Now I’m just visiting my mama
Make a couple mil
Get her a crib in the Bahamas
What I’m on
Fly public Airplane private island
With some young n***** under my wing
I’m Diamond Dallas
A Diamond
Rough out my cut I grew fine in
Ballin with my brothers like I’m ‘Yannis
That’s a promise
I’m the big black Bane
Sixpack, chain
Hang the wrist, ain’t no miss
See the swish, that’s game
One eye open
I don’t trust these bitches
I’m only one flight over
I could bus these bitches
I’m on the run with it
I’m in every city in a new hood
N**** Gary Biddy like the New Suge
New Year, same friends
It’s a balance
New crib, same block
It’s surveillance
New VIP, same sectioned off place
And If them alphabet suppress
I kept this weapon off waste
Like blow
Pack it up
Stay touring
Wrap it up
Late Morning (aye)
Dickie Khakis on your neighbor
This ain’t State Farm
Bitch next door you slam you gon pay for it
Tesla on my charger plug
Checkin on my foster
I thought cuz was trynna finesse me
Ain’t no way this watch can cost that much
I text my dawg to sharpen up
That Jackal landed, they carved him up
The true shit don’t get bars enough
Them viewings aint apartment hunts
It’s partial luck
Made it up out this bitch and got my guns quick
Got youngins who gon dump shit
Wondering how I run shit (well)
I fought a lot of n***** at the functions
If I could do it all again, I woulda jumped em
Sparking off assumptions
Let’s start with the facts
Some n***** said they didn’t like me
Now they caught in the act
You on the gram
That’s your bitch
So you bought her a bag
I bought a bag for all them bitches
You just saw in the ads
I doubled advance alot
Can not, can’t knock
A comma like it’s nonchalant
My profit, I could pocket
half a parking lot and
Hold on
Blank check
My bank keep tabs on my statements
I just copped a villa for the month
This shit like Drake crib
I can’t fuck with bitches who like steak red
I’m basic or racist
I still ain’t throw no white flag on no beefing shit
Lil Brenda got the cheapest crib
My condo up the street from it
The lease 4 and a baby and we keepin it (bars)
Made it out the hood
Now I’m just visiting my mama
Make a couple mil
Get her a crib in the Bahamas
What I’m on
Fly public Airplane private island
With some young n***** under my wing
I’m Diamond Dallas
A Diamond
Rough out my cut I grew fine in
Ballin with my brothers like I’m ‘Yannis
That’s a promise
I’m the big black Bane
Sixpack, chain
Hang the wrist, ain’t no miss
See the swish, that’s game