Number 2 (feat. Future & 21 Savage) - KSI

We're the best music You can hear my diamonds talkin', yeah, yeah You can hear my diamonds talkin' You can, you can You can hear my diamonds talkin' You can, you can You can see my diamonds talkin' You can, you can see I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!) I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!) I put Patek on my arms (unique!) I put Patek on my arms (woo!) I put Patek on my arms (ah!) I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice) I had to ice out my arms (ice) I done iced out my charms (hu) Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down This is a 100 Patek, 20 more for Piguets (hu) Boardin' a jet with a quart on my neck Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey! hu!) I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets) OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone) Makin' these bitches obsessed (hu) Makin' these niggas grip TECs (ah) Flex on my ex (flex) Like my man Khaled, say know we the best (ey) She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex ('Tek) Damn I'm so dranked that I saw a T-Rex Unleashin' the beast and I beat on my chest Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds) Patek on my flesh (ice) Lambo wings, fly out the nest (piu piu) We do not settle for less (who?) I'm in the ghost with no head (ghost) I'm thankin' the Lord 'cause I'm blessed (go) And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace) Pockets on Gotti We pull out the street in big body Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki We make the profit and cop it As soon as they drop it Money fallin' out of my pocket (hey!) I got Patek on my arms I got Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I had to ice out my arms I done iced out my charms I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!) I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!) Niggas gon' watch at the arms (unique!) I put some ice on my arms (woo!) I got Patek on my arms (ah!) I got Patek on my arms (ice) I had to ice out my arms (ice) I done iced out my charms (hey) I put VVS' in my Patek, who want static? (21) Nigga don't touch my watch, it's gon' be tragic Keep that bratchet (fire) Tennis chains and tennis bracelets Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21) Gang, gang, bitch Y'all niggas actin' feminine Gang, gang, bitch We gon' pull up on your Sprinter and (21) Ice on my neck and my arm, it's drippin' (oh, drippin') Saint Laurent sweater, lil' bitch this ain't no Coogi (yeah) Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21) Patek drippin', Hublot drippin' And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21) Audemars bust down cost 150 (21) Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys) My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress Lil' bitch I got Patek on my arms I got Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I had to ice out my arms I done iced out my charms I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!) I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!) Niggas gon' watch at the arms (unique!) I put some ice on my arms (woo!) I got Patek on my arms (ah!) I got Patek on my arms (ice) I had to ice out my arms (ice) I done iced out my charms The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist With a super bad bitch, eatin' right at Phillipe Plus she fuckin' with a winner Jury lookin' like a slushie Fresh up out the blender Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn't Even if I did, I don't remember Been a player since the very beginning Stones in my charm, never my denim, no Chain flooded like the livin' room Incredible (yeah) Rappin', it was either that or sellin' dope (oh weh) Shit, let the dice roll Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh? (ya) Drippin', gotta let you know I gotta go (yeah) Catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed I'm talkin' upstream on a paddle boat (yeah) Okay, one car, two shoes (two) You in hot water like a pack of noodles (yeah) Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah Brand new Richard, million and it's turbulent (turbulent) 'Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!) Yo I got Patek on my arms I got Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I had to ice out my arms I done iced out my charms I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!) I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!) Niggas gon' watch at the arms (unique!) I put some ice on my arms (woo!) I got Patek on my arms (ah!) I got Patek on my arms (ice) I had to ice out my arms (ice) I done iced out my charms (uh) I got Patek on my arms I got Patek on my arms I had to ice out my arms I done iced out my charms

Coupe! Got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too Poof! I just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon' eat the crew Bread up in the gang, you would think that Bagg was comin' through (Word) Smile in my face but like a plastic bag I see through you Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Yeah you fucked 'em up with this one Tay Keith Hah, hah, hah You got BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith produced it Word, word, word, word, word That cash talk, money long Shows getting booked Chopper fired at a motherfucker's dome Hoes getting took And if he playin', man he still won't make it home Whole lot of Bloc Nation block niggas in your ass Ayy what you on cuz? Riding in the motherfucking Rover (Skrrt, skrrt) Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya (Huh?) Made a hundred plays in the Focus (Skrrt) Gotta maintain, stay focused (That's on my mama) Riding in the motherfucking Rover (Word) Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya (I don't know ya) Made a hundred plays in the Focus (Skrrt) Gotta maintain, stay focused Headshot a nigga ass to see what his mind do Catch him at a red light or a fuckin' drive-through (That's on my mama) Nigga playin' with the crew like we ain't gon' shoot (Woo woo) Ooh-woo, now them grapes come through (Ooh-woo) First 48 and yellow tape keep you from comin' through I ain't been asleep in 'bout five days (Five days) My niggas crackin' card, they made five plays (Five plays) When I see you niggas man, you know it's die day (It's murder) And my niggas up with burners shootin' sideways (Doon-doon-doon) I know where you stay, and I know where you be posted (You posted) Lil Jugg got the Drac', we do drive-bys in a Rover (A Rover) I just sold an eight to a white boy in the 'Dova (A white) But really he just played 'cause it was some baking soda (Finesse) Riding in the motherfucking Rover (Skrrt, skrrt) Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya (Huh?) Made a hundred plays in the Focus (Skrrt) Gotta maintain, stay focused (That's on my mama) Riding in the motherfucking Rover (Word) Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya (I don't know ya) Made a hundred plays in the Focus (Skrrt) Gotta maintain, stay focused Ridin' in the fuckin' Bentayga (Yeah) Salt kill snails, not playas (Yeah) My baby mama with it, she'll mace ya Every nigga with me on that gang stuff Slaughter Gang, we came to shoot your kickback up (21) Nigga disrespect me, he get shit-bagged up (21) We done with her, come and pick your bitch back up (21) I ran off on the plug and I ain't even picked back up He got sent to the voicemail, he from Austell (Say what?) Niggas with that Instagram, I'm at your doorstep (21) Pump blew him in the kitchen from the doorstep (Damn) Bitch we bring that big smoke, I'm talkin' horse breath (Wham) Riding in the motherfucking Rover (Skrrt, skrrt) Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya (Huh?) Made a hundred plays in the Focus (Skrrt) Gotta maintain, stay focused (That's on my mama) Riding in the motherfucking Rover (Word) Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya (I don't know ya) Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused (Word word word) Coupe! Got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too Poof! I just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon' eat the crew Bread up in the gang, you would think that Bagg was comin' through (Word) Smile in my face but like a plastic bag, I see through you Killers in my motherfucking circle (Yah) I bang the C, half a circle (Crip) It's first degree, I'll murk ya (Rahhh rahhh) Take your head off on purpose (Doon-doon-doon) Hah, y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on nigga Nigga better stop playin' 'fore his mama end up layin', you heard me? Real, on crip nigga Whole lotta gang shit nigga, Grape Street nigga Hey, hey, yeah yeah yeah Riding in the motherfucking Rover (Skrrt, skrrt) Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya (Huh?) Made a hundred plays in the Focus (Skrrt) Gotta maintain, stay focused (That's on my mama) Riding in the motherfucking Rover (Word) Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya (I don't know ya) Made a hundred plays in the Focus (The Focus) Gotta maintain, stay focused (That's on my mama)