Dilemma

Yeah, I got flawless cut diamonds for the winter

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, and I got a bitch on go, no dilemma

Yeah, yeah, tell 'em run it back and let it fly 'cause it's a go

Gotta watch my back 'cause they cutthroat

Making boss moves, call me honcho

You ain't got to worry 'bout what I know

Yeah, I got some money now, ****, that's facts

I'm fucking bitches on top of these racks

I put my whole city right on my back

And I told them don't worry, I got 'em with that

And they went broke, they ain't tell y'all

Leasing everything, must've fell off

Had to bag it up, hope we get this shit back

Every time a **** switch it through the mail though

That Fen', that Fen', that Fen' on me

Got thirty in my clip, I feel like like Stephen Curry

Ten, ten, ten toes, I stay ten toes, yes, I am a soldier

That **** thought it was sweet, we pulled up on him

We seen him in his story

Glock 30 with a beam, we put it on him

We sent him to history

Still pounds comin' through the mail though

Pack told you they don't hit the railroad

Put him in the trunk of the Camaro, skrrt

Trap doin' numbers on the two-phone, brr

Dare a **** tell me where I can't go

Hellcat packets like the Rango

Ten chains on a **** like Django

Propane, **** smokin' that fuego

Them **** talk it, I live it

I really do it, they kiddin'

I'm makin' plays on my pivot

I might just hit up your block and just spin it

I get that money, I spend it

I tell that money, good riddance

I tell these bitches, good riddance

Soon as I hit it

I tell that bitch to go kick it

I send her back where she livin', yes sir

Yeah, I got flawless cut diamonds for the winter

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, and I got a bitch on go, no dilemma

Yeah, yeah, tell 'em run it back and let it fly 'cause it's a go

Gotta watch my back 'cause they cutthroat

Making boss moves, call me honcho

You ain't got to worry 'bout what I know

Yeah, I got some money now, ****, that's facts

I'm fucking bitches on top of these racks

I put my whole city right on my back

And I told them don't worry, I got 'em with that

And they went broke, they ain't tell y'all

Leasing everything, must've fell off

Had to bag it up, hope we get this shit back

Every time a **** switch it through the mail though

Solitary stones on me glowed up

Walked in the club and I poured up

You got biscotti, then roll up

Pop another seal, ****, pour up

Pack came in through the mail

Trap filled with hundred dollar bills

Trap filled up with the bills

Now we got a lot of bills on bills, on bills, on bills

Trappin' in this bitch

Whole lotta, whole lotta trappin' in this bitch

**** ain't never no lacking in this bitch

**** talk hot so we hit him with the stick

We hit his ass with that fire, uh

He said he ain't want no smoke, uh

We still hit his ass with that fire

That shit go ra-ta-ta-ta, uh

Yeah, I got flawless cut diamonds for the winter

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, and I got a bitch on go, no dilemma

Yeah, yeah, tell 'em run it back and let it fly 'cause it's a go

Gotta watch my back 'cause they cutthroat

Making boss moves, call me honcho

You ain't got to worry 'bout what I know

Yeah, I got some money now, ****, that's facts

I'm fucking bitches on top of these racks

I put my whole city right on my back

And I told them don't worry, I got them with that

And they went broke, they ain't tell y'all

Leasing everything, must've fell off

Had to bag it up, hope we get this shit back

Every time a **** switch it through the mail though