Young Thug - Picacho lyrics

(feat. Maceo) [Hook] My diamonds, they say Pikachu, they say Pikachu I'm a boss, I walk through the club and just peek at you My diamonds, they say Pikachu, they gon' wink at you I'm a boss, b**h I'mma walk through and just peek at you When I walk through the club my diamonds dancin' Yes sir, my sh** look like cameras flashin' A-ten-hut, yeah my diamonds be demandin' Your ho s**in' with a pa**ion, she laughin' (Pikachu) [Verse 1: Young Thug] Fishscale, yeah it's pale Yeah yeah I got pill for sale, buy it 100k Today, don't try it My b**h gettin' kind of chubby, she need to go on a f**in' diet Oh it's gonna be a riot, block boys, burn you fast, real torque I got this watch from Italy, but the current time say New York My b**hes wanna get rid of me, I hate the white smell, no Newport And I'm like "Baby girl you kidding me? This the reason you fly, no airport" Matching slippers, and yacht shoes Fifty thousand in the back of my U's, I meant True's (Billy's) Pockets fat, no Bruce-Bruce If I took your work that's your fault, you snooze, you lose [Hook] [Verse 2: Maceo] b**h my diamonds dancin', MC Hammer Soon as it hit the light these b**hes start romancin' Diamonds HD, shine like they gold teeth All these blood diamonds, got 'em all up out the streets White VVS's, no-color diamonds It's like they takin' pictures but it's just the diamonds Just some young n***as doin' it big Takin' over and flexin' and sh**, yah dig? And yeah we puttin' on like this In the dark it still glow like this, yah b**h We've got these lames handcuffin' they boo Get one peek, she ain't leavin' with you, ain't that the truth [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Thug] Hit my cup, hit my black I can't front, I ain't D4L but I stunt I ain't drunk in two days, feel like a month I'm just boolin' with my dogs, feel like I hunt b**h I'mma be hood rich in a minute ho If I start I'll never finish ho Slip in mud like a Guinea ho Watchin' Martin No remy, ho Count fast like a tellie ho Rays dark, yeah they tinted ho Black man with racks like them tennis hoes When we count the racks, we never finished ho b**h, Young Scooter got a couple licks, we're gonna go hit They got a young country boy wanting grits And like a hit song, he getting remixed My big homie Gu-Gu run the 6 Runnin' old-school trains get hit I k**ed my dog, No Mike Vick Yeah Quan my homie, you know I'm rich [Hook]