feat. Yo Gotti

Diamond:

I'm about to stomp this mother$#&@er for ever mentioning my name
So by the end of this sixteen you know exactly where I came.
I'm the chick that (?) spread that lead up in your brain.

I'm that (*##$ that takes your %#@! screaming money ain't a thing.
Swing purse, ask questions later. Duck and then I blast.
Ain't no reason to think (?) Make that look and you'll get bashed

Talking %#@! then you'll get trashed. Put your head across the grass
Throw your body in a bag.
I get mad, but I don't trip when he's mouthing at lip.

He say, she say, I say we spray have you hoes up off my dick.
Don't get pissed 'cause I'm the %#@! and baby daddy's
want to pick a chick like me that don't exist and in your life they call it quits.

Making hits is my mind and body, sorry that's just what I do.
Let it loose up in the booth, I'm the mother$#&@ing truth.
Bringing meaning to the youth, I'm the one they listen to.

Without a further a do, (*##$ I'm Diamond I told you.

Chorus:

Who said this chick can't be gansta? Who said this chick can't be gutter?
%#@!, in the club popping bottles you don't worry about me.
Who said this chick can't be gansta? Who said this chick can't be gutter?

Cause I'm the hood, mother$#&@er you don't worry about me.
Who said this chick can't be gansta? Who said this chick can't be gutter?
%#@!, in the club popping bottles you don't worry about me.

Who said this chick can't be gansta? Who said this chick can't be gutter?
Cause I'm the hood, mother$#&@er you don't worry about me.