Hand to hand in the cold
But like the diamonds and gold
Braggin about who's got the hottest whip
Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate
Plus they wouldn’t let me in the spot with my chopper
Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for
All my bitches be foreign
I'm a son of a gun
Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup
From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
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