[Verse 1: TRAPMOUS3]

All my diamonds dance

All my diamonds prance

Yo bitch on my pants (woah)

Yo bitch on my pants

You a little bitch, you ain't really with the shits

Gonna hop up with the clique

Gonna hop up with the clique

Shout out boy Lil Hairline, he hold it down for the 707

All you niggas really clowns

All you niggas want clout

All your bitches want clout

Your bitch she on me

Yeah bitch, she on me

Your bitch, she sucking me with her mommy

Switchblade tucked, all day, 'til the morning

Come out nights, never days

My vision it's a haze, my vision is a haze

All these fuckin' pills I take

All this fuckin' lean I drank

All this fuckin lean I drank

All this fuckin' dope I smoke

All this fuckin' dope I smoke

If they talking on my blood, they talking on my name

[Interlude: TRAPMOUS3]

Aye shout out bruh Lil Hairline bruh

Aye shout out all these niggas bruh big 65 you know what the fuck going on, bruh aye let let let this nigga put some fire on the track, boy, know how it be whole lotta gang shit going on round here bruh

[Verse 2: Lil Hairline]

Hairline on the track

Fuck your mom like I'm Michael Scott

Pull up and my diamonds dance

Off a xan, I'm in Japan

I'm on demon mode, I feel like I'm in Hell

Shout out to my mom, she taught me well

Hop out the Honda, and I give these boys hell

I got the drugs for less than retail

In the back of the class, bitch I'm zooted, so I laugh

I was never good at math, Ima still count my stacks

Babygirl, I'm feeling great, got narcotics in my brain

Running for her in the rain

Bitch you lame, you cannot hang

Vampire bitch got fangs

Gothic bitch, she got a blade

Got these adidas with suede

Crooked hairline, high fade