YSD - H20 Lyrics

20 bands, flip the coupe
H boys, on route
Make it click, hit the boot
Pull the witch, get the loot
Soakin drip, like a chute
Dressed in Rick, old news
Pull the stem, chew the root
Shit gon blow, like a flute
Prada and Fendi, do not befriend me
Stay with the semi, roll in a Bentley
My pockets heavy, opp pocket empty
We stayin ready, blow the confetti
That bitch be actin, might win an emmy
Baddies we packin, pull up 10 heavy
Honored be braggin, smokin that smelly
Watch out I'm snappin shit might get scary
Diamonds they honest
And I got that heat in the bonnet
And my Wrist looking flawless
That shit straight out the office
And my Diamonds they honest
Got that heat in the bonnet
And this ain't a contest
Cuz you know that I go the longest
I just went out with a plan to get stacks, on attack
Might cop a white benz, just to paint that shit black
Don't do it for plaques, do it for the SLAT
Making beats back to back, nah son I make tracks
Yeah I dun spit about Bentley, but I might cop me a rover
Money so long, yeah think I might just fall over
Yeah you should listen to HOV, put that dirt off ya shoulder
The night is young and we ain't stayin sober
Diamonds they honest
And I got that heat in the bonnet
And my Wrist looking flawless
That shit straight out the office
And my Diamonds they honest
Got that heat in the bonnet
And this ain't a contest
Cuz you know that I go the longest