Lyrics Yellow Diamonds - Chris Travis

Yellow Diamonds

I ain’t into fashion, but my polo classy
Syrup got me slurring words but my flow still nasty
Young Southern nigga bad bitches wanna trap me
Ya can find me where that mothafucken green dollar cash be
Don’t bark at me, I’ll leave a nigga ass prancing
Try to take my cash out, I’ll leave your heart dancing
I been on the land and you niggas just landing
Wine glass in her hand, I see her eyes glancing
I can tell by the way she stand up that she fancing
Her nigga better not step on my grass, Mr. Stanley
Pussy so sweet, taste like cotton candy
Said she wanna ride like she felt lost and stranded
She got them diamonds on her neck, she got them diamonds on her wrist
Yellow diamonds in my mouth, like my teeth took a piss
Hidden in the mist, it’s just me and my bitch
Staying out of harm’s way, I ain’t tryna see that bitch
IPhone straight white, drug line no white
Just a whole lotta purp, And A fuck nigga wife
I stay on my shit for life, I stay on my shit for life and all these lame
niggas hate cause they feel a lil trife
Make their girl pussy wet, make their girl pussy cry
Ralph Lauren on my ass, feel like I’m worth a sky
Bitch that’s priceless
I be on some king shit, I be on some you can shoot down my fucken drain shit
I be with my ten bitch, but we looking tainless til you try something else we
leave your bitch ass leakin' huh