Diamondz In a Jesus Piece

Yea nigga let's wrap this shit up

Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Them thirties coming like clockwork nigga hit me on the 1st
It's hard for me to bust when I been fucking off the perc
Just know I got that pape on me if you see me wear a murse
Started rapping in Detroit that's why I be talking that shit
I dropped a big bag off with Rio coulda bought a brick
The only big bag you got is potato chips
Twin white cups crushed ice when I sip
I can't even find a pint they should start making fifths
It ain't gotta be Wockesha ion mind sipping Tris
How you buy all that ass and forgot to get some hips
I can tie yo hair back you just focus on the dick
That's the reason why I got these rubber bands on my wrist
I need a good girl but she can't mind fucking too
I like a bitch with some braces that don't mind sucking you
Head so good I ain't think she had a tooth
Bitch you knew I was a dog I got a uncle named Snoop
Don't run up on me wrong cuz we gone be jumping you
That's like 8 different size shoes all stomping you
Eight lines of purple I call that Kobe juice
I got the mamba mentality I ain't afraid to shoot
I wake up and go hustle ion get comfortable
I like bread gwop dog shit loot
And whatever else you call money I love that too
If you got a big butt bend over like you tying a shoe
Dirty Sprite dance in my cup like Patrick Swayze
I sip my drank fast now I'm driving Miss Daisy
Bottles laying everywhere like I just had a baby
Bitch swallowed all my kids now she mad the dick lazy
Yea I could front you nigga but you dead if you don't pay me
Turned my Ls into lessons that's how I became a boss
I got a fat fresh cousin remind me of Rick Ross
They tried to crucify ya boy nail me to the cross
I put some diamonds in a Jesus piece

You wouldn't believe how much it cost
That shit priceless

Illest nigga in Nebraska



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Writer(s): Eric Burton
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