Trevon Diggs

Off this woky, bae I need you to hold on to me I just spent the bag with Veblen I went on a shopping spree Ain't no gorilla or no monkey But it say, bape on my T I spent a brick up on my wrist Maybe that's why she fuck with me I'm a bag, chasing money Hungry, youngin these streets I made a bag off a bag And all my diamonds be on fleek Take a bad bitch, make her rich I'm something like a P.I.M.P I poured 250 in this cup Now I'm walking with a limp I'm higher then a fucking fuck Somewhere up there with the blimp She said she fucking with my style Yo, bitch, in love with my drip VS1 diamonds put a smile on my face They like a trophy Off that woky, thought I told you Once you need to hold me Bae, you need to hold me And don't let go of me I know you heard some shit about my past But that's the old me Richer then the bitch, I got an addiction to this codeine These boys be so damn broke and down Bad acting like they big dogs But they ain't Thought he got away by running off But that's a funny thought Boy, you ain't get away Get back, don't got a date You goofy, I'ma rip your head off Sipping on this medicine And I ain't even got a cough But I just coughed up off that Zag Got seven bowls up in the trap Scoring like my name Trevon Got two chains on and they both be dancing I call them my twins When I walk up in this section All these bitches want my kids Mm-hmm, but I ain't giving them shit I remember days when I was down Bad with all of my dawgs Now we the littlest in the city GMF, that be the mob If my dawg don't got Dior's Then he could borrow him a pair I spent three K on some Amiri jeans That I ain't even wear I ain't never worn Got my chains against each other Yo, bitch, finna hear That I'm on another level Or another words a different tier We chasing opps right down the block And they be running like some deer They be running He say he straight and bout the life But he a undercover queer You a bitch And I'm sorry I'm addicted to these drugs But my back be hurt I swear, my back be hurt But I ain't hurt no more I poured a four and it feel like a perc Don't you worry about me I've been fine just putting in this work Shawty snatch my soul like Annabelle She put that mouth to work And I can never work I got this on my own Been my own boss this what I learned You can't trust nobody riding lonely in these streets Pistol underneath the bed Just in case they tryna creep This a million dollar phone I'm bustin' plays with all the fiends I got trust issues I don't know if I can fuck with you Not sure if I got a heart But I'ma fall in love with you And if I do that shit for real Any pearl you can have it Any diamond you can have it I'ma buy you anything