Rocky Diamonds - Day One lyrics

[Rocky Diamonds - Day One lyrics]

My Artofficial nigga no talkin'

100 since day one
Been trappin' since day two
On day three I was fuckin' ho s
By day four it was fuck you
100 since day one
Been trappin' since day two
On day three I was fuckin' ho s
By day four it was fuck you

Ay look, that glass house that's two tone
Smokin' on that too strong
Atcha door like "who's home?"
That bitch can call me with two phones
You know it's live when we comin' through
Choppin' shit like kung fu
I smoke so much that my lungs flew
My joints old my guns new
I heard Reek got all the hoes

Hell yea, you fuckin' right
I pull a 30 for them PH8 boys
It's MOB and we mob for life
This shit is real, I was born with stripes
Catch 3 ho's like traffic lights
Neva' eva' sip clean Sprite
My shit is dirty like Diana
Activis is my favorite bitch
In Minnesota we really leanin'
If you po'in up in them lil' cups then
You fake as fuck with this drank shit
Fraud as hell with this drank shit
Hell no, I can't go
No remix, that's straight drop
You'a get shot don't?
We don't fuck with them fake hoes
Never snitch, it's case closed
It's halos for them pesos
I rock Bape with that ape flow
Big stacks that can't fold
Knock it off like fake clothes
Last week I did eight shows, my
Next check gon' have eight O's, 100

Ay look, my bitch keep buying designer
I done came up, my? fly
Don't believe them boys they all liars
Them fuck niggas ain't try us
Cause they know it's tight like Plies
I wake up and get high

My money dome like blunts
These niggas all on my songs
Get worked out like cardio
Way more than you bargain for
Cause a turn up on a fuck nigga
We throw shells like Mario
Them shit's fly, start taking souls
Walk in that bitch and start takin' hoes
Bad right? cause we movin' O's
My money stretch like fitness clothes
We high as fuck cause we blowin dro
Got mags like centerfold
My young niggas got two 12s like 24
Now you know
On Sunday I pray to God and watch KD
I'm 21 and I'm still alive nigga
How the fuck could you hate me?
But real shit is real shit
And this shit is real, i could never change
Fuck with jets cause them niggas plane
Fendi belts on my Trues hang
Can't rest on these shells boy
All them choppers 'bout big as Kane
She fuck a op and start turnin lame so I
Made her swerve like turnin'
Lanes in this motherfucka', 100

Blow the dope nigga, stop talking
The fuck the fuck all you
Niggas want to talk for?
Do something with your fucking life
Get off your ass, nigga
Sound like the motherfuckin' Everest
Nigga right now
Cause it's too much fuck shit going on young

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