Gems lyrics

[Verse]
I was smokin' on a spliff, I was f*ckin' on a M.I.L.F.
I was pushin' up on b*tches in the A in a Lyft
I was givin' b*tches di*k, yeah, they treat it like a gift
'Cause a b*tch know she ain't gettin' sh*t from me, I treat it like a M.I.L.F.
She put her knees where my feet at and blew me like a blimp
I f*ck that b*tch and I leave, yeah, I can't go out like no simp
Hell nah, I can't go out like him, hell nah, I can't go out like them
Hell you talkin' 'bout, n*gga? I got gems, I got diamonds on every limb
I got diamonds, yeah, on every limb
I got more bracelets on than that boy got chains
I pulled up in the McLaren, then I lost the brain
I got these b*tches starin' and these n*ggas callin' me lame
But that sh*t really be lame when these n*ggas be hatin'
It be lame when I drop the blunt, it be lame when I spill my drank
It be lame when they doin' too much when I'm tryna withdraw out the bank
It be lame when 12 f*ckin' with us, when I do it, I do every day
It's f*ck 12 and it's f*ck the police, oh yeah, it's f*ck the Jakes
Free all of my n*ggas, yeah, locked in the cage
X-MAN, I'm a villain, yeah, I'm ready to rage
I hop on a plane, then hop out the plane, then rock out the stage
Rock a upside down cross, every time I leave my b*tch, she burnin' sage
I f*ck my b*tch with my chains on, she love how they clang
I told that b*tch her pus*y the bomb like Saddam Hussein
Let me pop this pill, let me pour this blunt, let me pour me up some drank
I'm eatin' bad b*tch pus*y for lunch, my b*tch look like Zendaya
Ain't no more Teen X babe, 'cause I got the X babes, yeah
Triple X, all she want is sex, sex, sex, sex, all she wanna do is lay up
Balenciaga all on my chest, chest, chest, chest, and my pants, they Ravers
A n*gga can't say, "Ken Carson ain't on sh*t", look at the swag I gave her
Look at the sh*t I made up
Look at these n*ggas I raised up
Look at these b*tches I slayed
Wait, nah, I don't claim her
Disrespect
Disrespect this sh*t, you gon' die 'bout it
Pull up solid, well, yeah, we gon' hop out it
He was stealin', so now he gon' die 'bout that
AR-15 go rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
And it's up for these n*ggas that's screamin'
(Nah, he ain't—he's not even Teen X, f*ck him)
[Outro]
f*ck your gang, b*tch, on God
X-MAN
X, X, X-MAN
Yeah