diesel - alhan armani & r1zz0 lyrics
[verse 1: alhan armani]
walk in the trap, put my feet up
i’m with r1zz0 he ain’t paying for a feature
n*gga out of green stuff think he needa reup
took another rp really f*cking me up
walk in the spot with a jean paul tee yeah
bad b*tch don’t even speak just eat up
raf 03 black archive tee yeah
eyes low, n*gga i’m too high i might lil uzi eye roll
wockhardt line and it’s f*cking up my vitals
told my b*tch “i can’t drive”, she’s just like “i know”
take an op i’m a twitch
and my emo b*tch got barcode wrists
mama like “how you get all this rick?”
snotty yellow cup like i called in sick
i keep geekin on this b*tch
no drank 1 day now a n*gga got fits
pull up in that blink one time you’ll miss
and this b*tch said my cup looks a little like tris
louis v monogram hugging on my wrist
[verse 2: r1zz0]
moncler puffer on way to rich, yeah
pull up wit da fn and da switch, yeah
i’m only out here f*cking on the baddest b*tch, yeah
should i sip the wockhardt or the tris, yeah
pull up in the club just to get the casamigos
im really only bout f*ckign all these d*mn freak hoes
finna win the game 4th quarter like im p homes
ian playing nice when i pull up on the scene tho
whatchu mean though
i’m smoking green making green wit da beat roll
im in the trees off the bean swinging lethal
i’m balling out stand on money feel like diesel
kick you out get replaced like a recall
bo3 imma hit you wit the weevil
like osama imma blow it up wit c4
mob of the dead you get turnt on like the weasel
[verse 3: jxk]
pretty boy sh*t b*tch im feelin like im flacko
if he want beef give him sh*lls like he taco
b*tch im in the field set a pick joe flacco
countin up the chicken getting cheese like nacho
number 9 jeans on me free that boy rondo
brodie in the field shooting sh*t like lonzo
when you want the money ima need that sh*t pr*nto
we was moving weight out of abandoned condos
she just wanna kick it so i feel like im ronaldo
“wanna kick it?” i said if you “say so”
stacking chips b*tch i need the f*cking queso
counting hunchoes b*tch im feelin like im quavo
i can’t wait to be a rich ass a*hole
arp on me i don’t like the draco
i don’t wanna talk if it ain’t about the pesos
minute maid we not pouring in a faygo
yesterday made like 10k hoe
b*tch
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