Goose - Diamonds lyrics

[Verse 1: Goose] Aye yo click clack, fired off A limb bout to come off 50 shots on a opp leave yo mans loose Beef shot butching opps in my lane Im clapping With the Maj on the track so we started rapping Spot a opp in my lane he better not be lacking We bout to turn up on a New Era of my tape Shooting choppas, bullets, opps they about to mate We gettin money over here, so keep eating Shoot up a bunch of opps and leave yo mans beefin [Verse 2: Lik] b**h got a fat a** I'mma f** her Throw them balls at her like Rutgers Aye, you know Im beefin Im the Lik, Im skeeting (oooo) [Verse 3: Goose] (Bang) got the Maj in the cut He bout to come out take a an*l up the bu*t [Verse 4: Maj] Maj on the track Im bout to cut it up and tear it up Last night I got ta do it so i f**ed it up Then I f**ed up the room can I pay for it Black money ain't the type but I payed for it