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Freon Diamond
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Freon Diamond was released on April 24, 2026 by TrapMonkeys Worldwide, LLC / Authority as a part of the album On Wax - EP
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Release DateApril 24, 2026
LabelTrapMonkeys Worldwide, LLC / Authority
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM120

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fire Octagon
Fire Octagon
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fire Octagon
Fire Octagon
Songwriter
Tumer Beets
Tumer Beets
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tumer Beets
Tumer Beets
Producer

Lyrics

Been wit the gang, what is you on?
You been savin' that bread like a coupon
In my left pocket, that's not a shoehorn
I'm finna smoke a lil' Newport
We go from L.A. to New York
I'm finna smoke a lil' Newport
We make a movie, that's Dior
Border to border, that's we gone
And my new ice like a freon
And my new ice like a freon
You is a mofuckin' peon
Shorty gon' roll through the backdoor, yuh
This is a A.I, this is a A.I. voice, bitch
This is a A.I, this is a A.I. voice (A.I)
My diamonds are freon, my diamonds are freon, boy
Your diamonds I pee on, your diamonds I pee on 'em, boy
Got a new ruler, that bitch is all cash (Got me the ruler)
Movin' these bricks, could be teachin' this class
Can't even count it, spend this shit too fast
Goin' too quick, it can't fit on the dash
Hop on the track and it's soundin' like Nav
Don't get too close, they gon' stab in your back
He don't want smoke, just like asthma attack
Burnin' the coal and I came wit' the sack
Fifty round drum and you know it's compact
I need two percocet just to relax
Reach in my pocket, I think I got grams
Think I'ma flip that shit just for a stack
Walkin' on Dunlop street, servin' the homeless
I'm finna get me real cozy with camp
Way that I'm whippin, I feel like I stole it
I push this shit to the motherfuckin' max
Keepin' the pole on the stick like a totem
I don't even know who I'm finna get next
I'm finna get a lil' Octagon gold, and
I'm finna put that shit right on my neck
Slappin' a hole when I walk out the door
I only use that, I'll pick for some sets
Think that lil' Octagon hit a plateau
Walk in the booth and I always progress
Went from the D to the A from the O
I think they holdin' some shit on our chest
Turner taught me how to whip on the stove
Anything different, you gettin' finessed
Fake gold on your neck, it gon' turn you all green like the money you ain't got
Feel like I'm hittin' em, I pull in your crib, and I slide and I run it with eight dots
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Danger
I pour the lean in my Sprite, (danger)
I pour the lean in my Sprite, ya dig
I'm goin' up like a flight, ya diggy
We goin' up for the night
Don't get too close in my sight
I got my guap, I'm alright
She suck my dick all night
I'm bout to bust and then drop like a light
I got the lean and that shit in my Fanta
I'm bout to bag me the bih' like I'm Santa
She gonna fly that lil' bih' to Atlanta
Your bih' gon' ride on my dick like banana
I'm on ya dome, just like some dandruff
I can't drop the album, I ain't even done it
Oh that's a movie? You ain't seen nun' yet
She spread her legs, it was stank like a onion
Just found me a perc and I crush it like fun dip
This shit goin' classic and you ain't got one hit
Stabbed in the back and lil' twin was my brother
Had to forgive him like it wasn't nothin
Six hours no perc, and I fucked up my stomach
Wearin' my shades, I don't feel no love
Told her I love her, then send her to Pluto
Way I've been movin' this shit is so brutal
Feel like last week, I was eatin' some noodles
Stackin' that bread, I've been carryin' a strudel
Pull up all red, we inside a two-door
I feel the beat and I bought a Poodle
My glizzies hot, so you know I'ma shoota
Poppin' a TEC, you would think this computers
Givin' me brain, you would think she a tutor
Walk in McDonald's and cop me a burger
I think my phone tapped, so I might need a burner
Laugh at your bitches, she really been flirtin
Need me some drip to stay clean like detergent
Walk into Gucci, you know that I'm splurgin
Racks on me came from me spittin' these verses
I leave them dead, you gon' need you some hearses
You know that shit was a burner
Five hundred racks I got used to this
Written by: Fire Octagon, Tumer Beets
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