On Set (Flex)

I did on set

Diamonds Biguettes
Got me a catch
Flex on the set when I walk out the jet (wow-oah)
Chains on my neck
Whipping the vet
Diamonds they dancing they don't get to rest
Racks to the ceiling wouldn't settle for less
Bought many clothes gotta dress like the best (best)
I'm not a pirate but the loots in my chest (chest)
Approaching the scene
Got diamonds they scream
Up in your girl she want me to cream (cream)
Flexing the bands got loot in my jeans (jeans)
Designer my belt I doubled my g's (my g's)
I went to London cause I'm making more money then flex on the Queen
Diamonds they flooding the foreign be humming leave behind tread
Every time that I leave (leave)

Go
Go
Go
Goyard bag on my shoulder (oh-oh)
Ice all on me like I'm Polar (I'm cold)
Keep a Glock without a holster (yeah)
Don't mistake me for a soldier
Boy you act just like a poser (pose)
Now your house under foreclosure (uh huh)
That boy flexing like he with it but he ain't
He ain't chasing the bank (yeah)
You ain't what you claim
Boy I know you lame (uh uh)
Pull up with a babe (I do)
Drop the top on the rain (I had to)
Okay okay okay
That boy flexing with a rank but to me that's chump change (chump chump chump)
He ain't got it like I do
That boy broke he in a mood
Cant compete with all my loot
Try to test me boy you through
Put a hole right through yo tooth
Everyday I count these blues
Every time I win you lose
Diamonds dancing on my chest
Leave indentions on my flesh
Flip my wrist

Diamonds Biguettes
Got me a catch
Flex on the set when I walk out the jet
Chains on my neck
Whipping the vet
Diamonds they dancing they don't get to rest
Racks to the ceiling wouldn't settle for less
Bought many clothes gotta dress like the best (best)
I'm not a pirate but the loots in my chest (chest)
Approaching the scene
Got diamonds they scream (uh uh)
Up in your girl she want me to cream (cream)
Flexing the bands got loot in my jeans (jeans)
Designer my belt I doubled my g's (my G's)
I went to London cause I'm making more money then flex on the Queen
Diamonds they flooding the foreign be humming leave behind tread
Every time that I leave (I leave)

Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah I got that ice
Yeah I'm looking nice
Pull up at the scene but that boy don't wanna fight (uh huh)
Yeah I'm throwing (uh huh) fists boy you pitch a fit
Know he see I'm making checks cause I just flipped my wrist
Fucked this brand new bitch in my brand new whip (uh huh)
All my diamonds glass
Boy you wrong for that
I'm on top my bag
That's why all my haters mad (all my haters mad)



Credits
Writer(s): Kobe Killian
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