white diamonds black moon

i pull up on bitches there ain't much to talk about

she riding with her man she make an excuse to get out

i got money on the line like right now

make a move

come by you and i get wiped down

uh

fuck a fake nigga she know i'm the truth yeah

she wanna selfie in my rolls royce roof yeah

and when she met me said she heard i was cool yeah

heard i got the real deal and that's the truth yeah

we was smoking on the porch just minding out business

getting the low riders ready for the homie

pinned it

i heard the young boys running fast hopping fences

i heard police sirens hope the cops don't kill him

cause they be tripping for real

every nigga picture themselves smoked behind the wheel

got us mentally ill

post traumatic stress disorder

from seeing too many men killed on phone recordings

but i just try to avoid them

and ask the lord not to bring me towards them

when i'm in that ferrari fast-forwardin'

i brung this one piece with me

she be going in

her man calling her phone alarmed but she be ignoring him

he sent a text like this

i know who you're with

you an embarrassment ho you know you make me sick

i tell a sucker ass nigga if you can't game her

hand that wild cat over to a line tag

fuck a ho bitch focus on that loot yeah

no squares in the circle family and my loot yeah

i heard they shooting at your coupe boy what'd you do yeah

i can't pull you out that fire we ain't that cool