Hellasketchy - Diamonds II lyrics

[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy] Fendi, that's my shoe I rock margielas too I just hit a stain and I took a band or two I just spent a check, now I'm flying in a coupe Bands on top of bands, stacking up, hitting the roof Fendi, that's my shoe I rock margielas too I just hit a stain and I took a band or two I just spent a check, now I'm flying in a coupe Bands on top of bands, stacking up, hitting the roof Shorty by my side, she don't know what to do She just want the guala, but I want the guala too Goyard in her hand, she just copped it brand new We both in a foreign, we both sipping on the goop Pull up with the gat, send 'em off like a kite Serving to the state like my name is Walter White All my money looking long, bands bluer than the sky Always draped in the Vuitton, garments on me looking light Phone stay buzzing, all these PayPal alerts Red laser beam on the Glock, get murked 10 for the bag, 6 bands on my shirt Rolling in the guap, now I'm rolling off a perc [Verse 2: Lil Wintr] I just spent a thousand on these pants Cashing in the check, got all my brands Too many sips of lean, I cannot stand Rolling in my bands, got all my brands I just spent a thousand on these pants Cashing in the check, got all my bands Too many sips of lean, I cannot stand Rolling in my bands, got all my brands b**hes mad, lames on my dick, yea Riding around in the coupe, we be rolling, it be lit, yea 'Sace on my back, that's the fit yea I got all my bands in my hand, it be lit, yea f**ing on yo thot That's my girl and I can't stop In the whip, I'm getting top Counting bands and I can't stop Bands in my hands, I be stunting on yo mans Wifi bands up on my pants Popping xans, I cannot stand Gucci on the belt, that's the fit, yea Spent another band on your chick, yea Ice up on my waist, hitting licks, yea Wintr spitting game, it's a hit, yea Gucci on the belt, that's the check, yea Spent another band on yo chick, yea Ice up on my waist, hitting licks, yea Wintr spitting game, it's a hit, yea [Verse 3: Shiro] Gucci on my body, don't feel sorry for these kids, no Flexing on these losers, you a lick, hoe Flexing on these losers you a lick, hoe Designer in my closet cost a band, cost a brick, hoe f**ing up a check, it don't quit, no Diamonds on my neck make you sick, woah Running to the fame, I cannot slip, no Goyard on my bag got me looking like a lick, woah f**ing with me now, got clout, can't touch me, got me sick, woah Bands on top of bands, I'm making plans, I'm making hits, woah Gucci on my body, don't feel sorry for these kids, no Flexing on these losers, you a lick, hoe Flexing on these losers, you a lick, hoe Designer in my closet cost a band, cost a brick, hoe Couple thousand on my body for a fit though Margiela sweater on me cost a hundred grand, cost a grip, hoe [Verse 4: Marcelo] I been getting guap, yeah that's true Shawty yeah she know me, yeah she do I just copped that brand new whip, I'm coming through Why they gotta hate on me? It's cause they lose I been getting guap, yeah that's true Shawty yeah she know me, yeah she do I just copped that brand new whip, I'm coming through Why these people hate on me? It's cause they lose Old hoes calling, think they miss me You see shine up on me, now you know I'm glistening I never knew you like that, no we ain't got no history Try to put me down, shoot your shot, you gon' miss me Try to put me down, shoot your shot, you gon' miss me Try to put me down, shoot your shot, you gon' miss me Try to put me down, shoot your shot, yeah I been on a roll, no I'm not going slow Counting on these rolls, yeah that bankroll Shawty play my songs everywhere she go I'mma take off on 'em, yeah I'mma glo I been on a roll, no I'm not going slow Counting on these rolls, yeah that bankroll Shawty play my songs everywhere she go I'mma take off on 'em, yeah I'mma glo