Diamond Cutter

[Intro]
Sittin' in crip dreamin' about
Lear jets and coupes
'Bout Lear jets and coupes
Lear jets and coupes
It's the Umbrella, bitch

[Chorus]
Sittin' in the crip dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes
AC jean boots and Fred Perry sweatsuits
Push your legs, coupe on Fairfax, Nike Air head
Bitches wavin' us souveir cash, fresh pair of Air max

[Verse]
Kel Tec, drawn .9, air that
Figure Four horse, Ric Flair that
Niggas say "It's money to get" I be like "Where at?"
We drop dope, diamond cutter of the top ropе, Merci Maman
Godflow, can I get an amen?
Gaint on thе the mic', no stray hand
Run down on niggas and ran 'em, fuck up your game plan
Throw the laser to your face, you get a brain scan
Hop inside that new Vincent Flooring
Your lost in the forest, thought I was snorrin', who ate my Porridge?
Pop a bitch, should we wipe the ass with the rabbit when I'm finished?
I'm puttin' on a clinik, my hood got the ghost of Butch Jones strapped in it
Real rap no gimic
You can see murder Boselini, no limit, you timid, admit it
I did it, better than you did it, or didn't
This shit don't even matter when everybody a critic
I leave foes in critical condition, non-scripted
I 75, be on the air live my bar gaze, Starcade, I ball like the Barclay
Your bitch playin' with my joystick, that's a arcade
She been on my homeboy' dick all day
I pour late, six inch constructs be dark grey
The streets still want that porkey

[Chorus]
Sittin' in the crip dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes
AC jean boots and Fred Perry sweatsuits
Push your legs, coupe on Fairfax, Nike Air head
Bitches wavin' us souveir–

[Outro]
Sittin' in the crip dreamin'
Sittin' in the crip dreamin'
'Bout Lear jets and coupes