Diamonds - shiro, Hella Sketchy, Lil Wintr

Yea, ice up on my wrist, yea

Wintr got that shit, yea

Hoes be on my dick, yea

Y’all bitches are mad lames

And you know that you mad stains

And I do it for the fame, yea

Yea, ice up on my wrist, yea

Wintr got that shit, yea

Hoes be on my dick, yea

Y’all bitches are mad lames

And you know that you mad stains

And I do it for the fame, yea

All these hoes, yea they be chasing me

Bitch I’m broke, just bought designer jeans

I get paid like money fall from trees

Flex up on me, nah don’t fuck with me

Back up on my whip, you know my wrist, that shit is icy

Lil gin$eng on the beat, got Wintr rapping on the feat

Back up on my whip, you know my wrist, that shit is icy

All my shit Designer, got me flexing like I’m flying

I might look like I am broke

I’m just lowkey making dough

Moving pounds all for the low

Making bands all on the low

Flexing in designer clothes

All y’all acting way too broke

All y’all need to take some notes

Watch me make my money grow

Never hit my line, I’m too busy counting all my racks

Never need a shorty 'cause she ain’t helping me get no stacks

Never love a hoe, all these hoes talking behind my back

All these hoes not making cash

All these hoes do nothing but lack

This my last year being broke, yeah, woah

Bitch I’m 'bout to fucking glo, yeah, woah

This my last year being broke, yeah, woah

Bitch I’m 'bout to fucking glo, yeah, woah

This my last year being broke, like Lil Citgo watch me glo

Yeah, Shiro on a roll, I’m making hits with all my bros

Bitch I’m Sonic, you can’t catch me

Stack the cash until I’m happy

Yeah, your bitch she looking at me

She stay tryna get at me

Yeah I’m draped up in the Gosha Rubchinsky

My ex she text my phone, she said she miss me

Then I block that bitch’s number real quickly

Don’t hit me for no beats, you won’t get shit B

Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah

This my last year being broke, yeah, woah

Like Lil Citgo watch me glo, yeah, woah

Bitch I’m 'bout to fucking glo, yeah, woah

They gon' wonder if I’m gon' switch it up

'Cause I gotta chase this guap, I go and run it up

Nah, they don’t know me, ain’t your homie, nah

They’ll never see me till I’m up and right in front of 'em

Sorry baby but my gang come first

All these bitches want a spot, and you know that’s the worst

Put in work, I put in work, I’m stacking up these payments

Then I blow it on some merch, then I blow it on some merch, yeah

Exotic items, all that ice, yeah I need all of that

I’m in my foreign whip for the morning trip

Driving fast, switching lanes, I got somewhere to get

However much I got, yeah I need more of it