Yellow Diamonds - Chris Travis

I ain’t into fashion, but my polo classy

Syrup got me slurring words but my flow still nasty

Young Southern nigga bad bitches wanna trap me

Ya can find me where that mothafucken green dollar cash be

Don’t bark at me, I’ll leave a nigga ass prancing

Try to take my cash out, I’ll leave your heart dancing

I been on the land and you niggas just landing

Wine glass in her hand, I see her eyes glancing

I can tell by the way she stand up that she fancing

Her nigga better not step on my grass, Mr. Stanley

Pussy so sweet, taste like cotton candy

Said she wanna ride like she felt lost and stranded

She got them diamonds on her neck, she got them diamonds on her wrist

Yellow diamonds in my mouth, like my teeth took a piss

Hidden in the mist, it’s just me and my bitch

Staying out of harm’s way, I ain’t tryna see that bitch

IPhone straight white, drug line no white

Just a whole lotta purp, And A fuck nigga wife

I stay on my shit for life, I stay on my shit for life and all these lame

niggas hate cause they feel a lil trife

Make their girl pussy wet, make their girl pussy cry

Ralph Lauren on my ass, feel like I’m worth a sky

Bitch that’s priceless

I be on some king shit, I be on some you can shoot down my fucken drain shit

I be with my ten bitch, but we looking tainless til you try something else we

leave your bitch ass leakin' huh