Diamonds from Africa Future

[Chorus]
Swerve on your passenger
Hang with them scavengers
I got them diamonds like Africa
I got the blow, I'm the one for the traffickin'
I got them diamonds like Africa
I got the blow, I'm the one for the traffickin'
I got them diamonds like Africa
I got the blow, I'm the one for the traffickin'

[Verse 1]
I'm gone off Ferrari, I'm huggin' that carbon, I never say sorry (Woo)
Put some dope in the cup, go and order the truck, plus the Bentley is comin' (Skrrt)
The end of my sleeve is on plain jane (Pluto)
Sippin' codeine on a plane, man
Most of my niggas, they gangbang (Woo)
Switchin' Moschino my name brand (Name brand)
Switchin' Moschino my name brand (Gang)
Kilo for kilo, young Future Pacino (Pluto, woo)
These bitches, they treat me like Michael and Tito
Go ask your dame, I'm her man, I'm amigo
When that dope ain't got cut on it, call it Gambino
I know the lingo and I know the real
I know a peon got more chains than Deion
I'm the one put all them birds in the Neon
I made your lil' brother hang out the window
I had 'em shootin' up the block like a chulo
I wake up every day like I take photos
I pull up in that new foreign, it's four-door
I had that mouth in the house on the low-low
I got a stallion, pulled up like it's polo
I got that mojo, that mojo on mojo
You bozos, you bozos, you niggas that no-no