CMDWN , Pressa - Diamond Test lyrics

I can't sleep
Tell the pharmacy that codeine's the answer
Only smokin' 'Woods
I heard them Belmont's give you cancer
Leanin' off codeine, SUV
It smell like Backwoods
Got me talkin' backwards
Haters call me lucky bastard
Diamonds all on me
Bitches see them diamonds dancin'
Say she just a dancer
We know she mean go-go dancer
Stealing gifts for Christmas
Growin' up we never had none
Grew up in the hood
So we ain't never seen no Santa

These niggas rate my songs, ayy
These bitches be playin' my songs, ayy
Met a little ho on Sunday
Bet I fuck the little bitch by Monday
Don't need no fiancé
Need a Queen Bee, like Beyoncé
Say you wanna take my CMDWN check
Well let's see what them guns say
Stay with the glee in VIP
Bitch, I don't care what the club say
I got ADD, I'm always in and out the country
Hoes was makin' fun of me, they see me now
They blown away look at where ya got me
Thought that nigga blinded me
Nigga gonna take shit
Rap about the same shit
Difference is, you're lying
Nigga why you lyin'? Why the fuck you lyin'?
On Snapchat you be shinin'
Nigga know that's not his diamonds
Nigga, why you lyin'? Why the fuck you lying?

Diamond test, diamond test
Everybody gettin' they diamonds checked
Diamond test, diamond test
Everybody gettin' they diamonds checked
Diamond test, diamond test
Everybody gettin' they diamonds checked
Diamond test, diamond test
Everybody gettin' they diamonds checked

I can't sleep
Tell the pharmacy that codeine's the answer
Only smokin' 'Woods
I heard them Belmont's give you cancer
Leanin' off codeine, SUV
It smell like Backwoods
Got me talkin' backwards
Haters call me lucky bastard
Diamonds all on me
Bitches see them diamonds dancin'
Say she just a dancer
We know she mean go-go dancer
Stealing gifts for Christmas
Growin' up we never had none
Grew up in the hood
So we ain't never seen no Santa

Grew up in the hood, gave us guns
Call it Santa
I come from the streets where you
Gotta keep a tool and lead
Bullets make you dancer
Never had my hands up
Momma made me go to school
Another murder on campus
We sell dope like '80s
Young nigga the police hate me
I sell shit like Macy's
I throw shit like Brady
We them shooters, they on deck
Your life go up for auction
I'm locked in, loud pack got me coughin'
Shoot shit, ayy, so often
Catch an opp and off him
My suwoo talkin' boxin', my dick, yo bitch
She jockin'
Love dick in her cousin, some little bitch
She chuckin' come in hittin' me on
Fuck shit, foreign cars
I get some bus slips
Pull up and we buckin, my shooters steady
No lackin'
My opps wanna buck, free my OG out the bucket
I will never sin fourth quarter
I'm out here clutchin'
Grippin', come 'round here we flip shit

I can't sleep
Tell the pharmacy that codeine's the answer
Only smokin' 'Woods
I heard them Belmont's give you cancer
Leanin' off codeine, SUV
It smell like Backwoods
Got me talkin' backwards
Haters call me lucky bastard
Diamonds all on me
Bitches see them diamonds dancin'
Say she just a dancer
We know she mean go-go dancer
Stealing gifts for Christmas
Growin' up we never had none
Grew up in the hood
So we ain't never seen no Santa