Young Stoner Life - Diamonds Dancing lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug] All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing ’round this b*tch I’m Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist (Run that back, Turbo) Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my b*tch Put that four-four on the switch, then you co*k, pop, pop, then dip I’ve been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific I fell in love with my b*tches, then sold ’em for some riches This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin I told ’em, “I’m so slimy, I’m so shady, I admit it, yeah” [Verse 1: Young Thug & Travis Scott] Slatt like to shoot, slatt like to murk Twenty-one gun salute (Baow), drilling, putting in work (Yeah) Cut his tonsils out (Woo), I said it’d hurt (Ayy) Keep a new four-four, yeah, let it burst Pockets Honey Kettlе, keep on pedal Get my own cheddar, all my dogs bеtter Honeycomb bezel, we make opps jitter Maison Margielas, cases get settled Here, clean the cookie off, family, Travis, the Scotts (Yeah) Servin’ the bags, I’m cookin’ the stove Came in the spot and we servin’ with soap I was just spazzing, finding the flow I’m with some Crips, down with some Locs Hand in the pot, I’m with some Bloods How many slatts? Leave it to us (Yeah) Yeah, countin’ racks, smokin’ on pot Yeah, I upgraded my thot Yeah, I upgraded my spots Yeah, thots chickened out Woo, yeah, the spots upgraded, now them b*tches chickened out Hey, thirty-five burnt hundreds on my pocket watch [Chorus: Young Thug, Young Thug & Gunna] All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing ’round this b*tch I’m Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my b*tch Put that four-four on the switch, then you co*k, pop, pop, then dip I’ve been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific I fell in love with my b*tches, then sold ’em for some riches This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin I told ’em, “I’m so slimy, I’m so shady, I admit it, yeah” [Verse 2: Gunna & Travis Scott] Only designer tees (Designer tees) I heard they plottin’ on me (They plottin’) These ni**as thought it was sweet (Sweet) We had to put ’em to sleep (Put ’em to sleep) Counted two million this week (Two M) Couldn’t take my time with the freak (Let’s go) She asked for that big Birkin B (B) Your b*tch, she been tellin’ the tea (Tellin’ the tea) A YSL member (YSL) Rocking SL denim (Slatt, slatt) Put a few shells in ’em (Slatt) Just a young player ni**a (Yeah) She wanna su*k this pickle, yeah Might spend a couple nickels, yeah They’ll never try a ni**a (Try a ni**a) Shoot it up, Brian Nichols New girls, Patrick Swayze, shady baby, loco, crazy (Loco) Southside, but not JD, pull up, AMG Mercedes (Mercedes) CC on my lady (CC), that’s Celine, that’s not Chane’-ne’ (Chane’-ne’) Big dog with no rabies, wake up, everyday a payday (Payday, ooh) [Verse 3: Travis Scott] In your city, lookin’ for a movie, can you tote? (Tote) Jeffrey with me, now we gotta run it back, Turbo She thinkin’ villa, I was thinkin’ two weeks on a boat (Yeah) Got bunnies with ya, my dogs are jackalopes, hop on, let’s go (Let’s go) Feelin’ like Hugh Hefner (Yeah), my hoes came together (Yeah) Not a Gina (Yeah), this Martin y Coretta (Dream) At the crib, Coachella (‘Chella), Cactis in the cellar (Ah) Creep out like cartelers, Cactus Slatt forever (Slatt) Yeah, diamonds King Kong, how they beatin’ on my chest (Ah, King Kong) Uh, the link so long, this sh*t ’bout to touch my dick (Link) Up to summer strong, and we got another stretch (Team) November come, won’t you pop out at the fest? (It’s lit) Feel it on my body, it’s a movie, ayy, ayy (Yeah) It was just one night, it felt like a sci-fi (Fi) We dodgin’ the sun, only way we come alive (Alive) We’ve been on the run How you do that? How you do that? Yeah (It’s lit) [Chorus: Gunna, Gunna & Young Thug] All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing ’round this b*tch Uh, Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist Put Giuseppes on my kid, put Chanel Coco on my b*tch Put that four-four on the switch, then you co*k, co*k, pop, then dip I’ve been in the trenches, this trap, to be specific I fell in love with my b*tches, then sold ’em for some riches This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin I told ’em, “I’m so slimy, I’m so shady, I admit it, yeah”