CMDWN – Diamond Test lyrics

[Chorus: Ca$tro Guapo]
I can't sleep, tell the pharmacy that codeine's the answer
Only smokin' 'Woods, I heard them Belmont's give you cancer
Leanin' off codeine, SUV, it smell like Backwoods
Got me talkin' backwards, haters call me lucky bastard
Diamonds all on me, bitches see them diamonds dancin'
Say she just a dancer, we know she mean go-go dancer
Stealing gifts for Christmas, growin' up we never had none
Grew up in the hood, so we ain't never seen no Santa

[Verse 1: Ca$tro Guapo]
These niggas rate my songs, ayy
These bitches be playin' my songs, ayy
Met a little ho on Sunday
Bet I fuck the little bitch by Monday
Don't need no fiancé
Need a Queen Bee, like Beyoncé
Say you wanna take my CMDWN check
Well let's see what them guns say
Stay with the glee in V.I.P
Bitch, I don't care what the club say
I got A.D.D., I'm always in and out the country
Hoes was makin' fun of me, they see me now, they blown away
[?], look at where ya got me, thought that nigga blinded me
Nigga gonna take shit, rap about the same shit
Difference is, you're lying
Nigga why you lyin'? Why the fuck you lyin'?
On Snapchat you be shinin', nigga know that's not his diamonds
Nigga, why you lyin'? Why the fuck you lying?

[Bridge: Ca$tro Guapo]
Diamond test, diamond test, everybody gettin' they diamonds checked
Diamond test, diamond test, everybody gettin' they diamonds checked
Diamond test, diamond test, everybody gettin' they diamonds checked
Diamond test, diamond test, everybody gettin' they diamonds checked

[Chorus: Ca$tro Guapo]
I can't sleep, tell the pharmacy that codeine's the answer
Only smokin' 'Woods, I heard them Belmont's give you cancer
Leanin' off codeine, SUV, it smell like Backwoods
Got me talkin' backwards, haters call me lucky bastard
Diamonds all on me, bitches see them diamonds dancin'
Say she just a dancer, we know she mean go-go dancer
Stealing gifts for Christmas, growin' up we never had none
Grew up in the hood, so we ain't never seen no Santa

[Verse 2: Pressa]
Grew up in the hood, gave us guns, call it Santa
I come from the streets where you gotta keep a tool and lead
Bullets make you dancer, never had my hands up
Momma made me go to school, another murder on campus
We sell dope like '80s, young nigga the police hate me
I sell shit like Macy's, I throw shit like Brady
We them shooters, they on deck
Your life go up for auction
I'm locked in, loud pack got me coughin'
Shoot shit, ayy, so often, catch an opp and off him
My suwoo talkin' boxin', my dick, yo bitch, she jockin'
Love dick in her cousin, some little bitch, she chuckin'
Come in hittin' me on fuck shit, foreign cars, I get some bus slips
Pull up and we buckin, my shooters steady, no lackin'
My opps wanna buck, free my OG out the bucket
I will never sin fourth quarter, I'm out here clutchin'
Grippin', come 'round here we flip shit

[Chorus: Ca$tro Guapo]
I can't sleep, tell the pharmacy that codeine's the answer
Only smokin' 'Woods, I heard them Belmont's give you cancer
Leanin' off codeine, SUV, it smell like Backwoods
Got me talkin' backwards, haters call me lucky bastard
Diamonds all on me, bitches see them diamonds dancin'
Say she just a dancer, we know she mean go-go dancer
Stealing gifts for Christmas, growin' up we never had none
Grew up in the hood, so we ain't never seen no Santa