We go legend, we go legend (yeah, yeah) With my best friend We go legend, we go legend (alright) We go legend (go), we go legend (go), yeah (yeah) We go legend (go), we go legend (go legend) With my best friend (alright) We go legend (yeah) We go legend

As is, as is, as is She ain't outdoors and her heart just cold as is One forty-five AM, almost done I could pop another pill tonight Even though I don't really want one The Xanax got me on a flight I don't need much

We gon' wake yo' dog up out that cash, huh (brr) Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (with no mask) You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (in yo' grass) Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac (boom boom boom) Leave 'em with some

You're my boomerang boomerang Ready to throw, ready to throw Letting you go, letting you go (booma-rang-rang) Movin' on, movin' on (booma-rang-rang) I know I’ll see you tomorrow 'Cause I'm bad to letting you go, letting you go Letting you go, letting you

Boom-Lay Boom-Lay BOOM! I'm on the front line the story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness don't worry I'll be fine so long to the regret and now I see the world through diamond eyes One push is all you'll need A fist first philosophy

Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (a rock) Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (pop, pop) The body in that casket was a opp (21) I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21) All this drip on me, I need a mop (21) Balenciaga boxers and the socks (on God)

Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow Check me out now Diamonds

Dámelo papi chulo Baby, back back back it up Oh, my gosh oh, my gah I love it when you drop it down You turn around and make it bounce Boom boom, mami mami mami Ain't nothing fake on you You so so real (so real)

Here comes the boom Here comes the boom Now get off ya fassy 'Cause a fassy nah try Make dem skins cry Marrow affi fly Tottin' out inna di sky All gangsta yout' me waan you hold ya guns high Gangsta yout' me waan you hold ya guns high

I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!