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Diamonds dripping off my wristwatch and my Tick-tock. All my homies rocking back, Long like a pitch drop. Couple whips in my garage, but I ain't talking Matchbox. When the Glock hit the block, Feel like Danny Phantom. My whip up like a vintage drop, pull up And it goes bad. When I pass you by, yeah, all you see Is smoke, yeah. This is all it goes, I'm popping tags up In the mall. Red ice, big 30s, Yellow horses hit the road. Diamonds dripping off my wristwatch and my Tick-tock. All my homies rocking back, Long like a pitch drop. Couple whips in my garage, but I ain't talking Matchbox. When the Glock hit the block, feel like Danny Phantom. My whip up like a vintage drop, Pull up and it goes bad. When I pass you by, yeah, all you see Is smoke, yeah. This is all it goes, I'm popping tags up in the mall. Red ice, big 30s, yellow horses hit the road.