Diamonds Lyrics – Ken Carson

Read the full Diamonds lyrics by Ken Carson along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Dismantled and 200 Kash, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Part I]

[Intro]
Oh, he like how I swag, he like—, he like—, he like how I do that s*it, huh
Huh, I can tell, uh, yeah, I can tell, uh, uh, I can tell
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

[Verse]
Too high, I’m in the clouds, I been rolling all day
I smoke too much loud
I ain’t even got time for family, but I know they proud
I ain’t got even time for my lil’ b!tch, I’m rocking out the crowd

Even if they don’t catch me red-handed, I’m taking in (??)
(??) b!tch, we need every dollar
I been smoking problems
I been pill-popping my feels
I’m still fighting my demons, wake me up, I’m dreaming
She want me, she fiending and I can tell
I think I like her, I remember how she smell
If she don’t reciprocate the energy, oh well
I ain’t trippin ’bout these hoes, b!tch, you can stay over there
I got diamonds on my ear, I got diamonds on my neck, I got diamonds on my rings
I put diamonds on her, now she think she apart of the team
I put Sprite in my soda, I’m sipping on lean
I’m addicted to codeine, I’m addicted to these drügs
She just wanna fu*k a young rich n!gga, she don’t know that I’m fu*ked upㅤ
Yeah, yeah, she don’t give no fu*ks
Yeah, yeah, she don’t give no fu*ks
I ain’t seen my mans in yearsㅤ
I been thinking ’bout a whole lot, that’s how I made these M’s
She a grim reaper, eat your soul out
Walk in this b!tch with my pole outㅤ
Walk in this b!tch with a whole lot—
Cash, I got a whole lot of it, bags, I got a whole lot of it
Fu*king your ho, she your problem
Leaning, I need me a kickstand
All black, all Rick man

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[Part II]

[Intro]
(Haha)
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh

[Chorus]
I just copped an AP, gon’ catch me with Franck Muller
When I was in school, they caught me fu*king on my tutor
When I was in school, I was skipping class, Ferris Bueller
Yo’ b!tch might let me fu*k ’cause I got more cash and I’m cooler
You n!ggas ain’t get no money
Spent yo bag on her ass, I go ku’ with them hundreds
These n!ggas ain’t getting no pass
These n!ggas gotta paste them hundreds
Slow up, G-Lock, Ski mask
When I’m outside, it’s a hundred
When I’m outside, it’s a hundred
When I’m outside, it’s a hundred
When I’m outside, it’s a hundred
When I’m outside, it’s a hundred
When I’m outside
When I’m outside, it’s a hundred
When I’m outside
When I’m outside, it’s a hundred, hundred
Fully Tommy gun, shooting at the crowd
Everybody run, everybody get down
Smoking that s*it, I can’t hear you, know we smoke that loud
I got diamonds all over my body, from my ears to the ground
I’m the diamond man, I got diamond pants
I miss (??) chain, cost like forty grand
(??) chain came from (??), cost like one-sixty
That two hundred K just to play and I ain’t done with it
Diamonds in my teeth, (??) when the sun hit
Ten chains on, hit like Selena in Venus
VVs on my ho so cold, she say she anemic
Shop in New York, SoHo, we don’t shop at Neiman’s
Pop, show me your bankroll, these n!ggas don’t get no money
That s*it you posted on the ‘Gram, I spend that s*it for fun
(??) hundred K a week and I’m not done
She was with me the first time she seen a honey bun
Told her, “Hell nah, hundred thousand,” huh, not a ten
I turn up my partners and turn up my b!tch, we all in
I pay everything in cash, huh, huh, it’s all there
B!tch like to stay high like my swag, it’s all real
Catch your partner, then turn you to a pallbearer
Glock .44 bullet, I’m standing my ground
I still live in Atlanta, ain’t move out of town
Catch an out of town n!gga down bad, he was out of bounds