Diamond In The Back Lyrics

ft. K-Young

I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning
Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh

Ah, diamond in the back, sun roof top, come on
You know the rest, homey, you know the west
Sticky dope put a hole in your chest
We grow the best, cob rep the code to the death, with no regrets
I’m a fully loaded rock star, uzzi keep shooting at you snitches in the cop
car
Louie V, Hewie P Newton, the Oxy pill …
House nigga, I was in the cotton field, now I’m bout to clock a mill
Presidential rollie shit with that Baraca pill
I ball it, kick it, like I’m on a … soccer field
Wonder Pac would feel? How would big papa feel?
To know it’s still real niggas counting dollar bills
And I keep a loaded chopper for you dirty bastards
Cause the beat to murder rap you gotta murder rappers
Leave you leaning like some purple…
Million dollar story hoe, this the early chapter

I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
In the coop with the seat back is where you find me
If you ain’t got your money up, never mind me
I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning
Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh

I hang with gang bangers and some crazy ass white dudes
Nigga with an attitude, rappers think they ice cube
But I seen your kind of soft … like my junior
I’ma call you high-school, aight?
True or false, before your album dropped
Tell me was you a boss?
You say yeah, that’s ass the foolest as the jewish cross,
You don’t even believe it
Got me wondering who the f*ck you are when your music’s off
For what it’s worth I still recall, eating a … still manage to do my work
… now they call me el hefe, I learned Spanish
I be lying if I say the money make the hurt vanish
But it helps when these hoes suck a boss player
Still love black women, f*ck John Mayer
I got a white girl, fat ass, blonde hair
We make good music every time I …

I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
In the coop with the seat back is where you find me
If you ain’t got your money up, never mind me
I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning
Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh

And the beat goes on, no sleep, been in the streets so long
Mama called me like please go home
Mama I need to get these c notes on
See I’m all about action and less hoping
Better die with my smith and wess smoking or having sex stroking
Just joking…know I’m not
Life was a …when I left her, she had her legs open
And on my tomb stone, tell them put st st
Cob till I diem y nigga, st, st
… ironic, a stand up nigger, but still the chairman

I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
In the coop with the seat back is where you find me
If you ain’t at your money up, never mind me
I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning
Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh
Music is my life, st st, cob, st, st.

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