"Skydiving" lyrics

(Let's go, Mario)
I can get the bitch a new Birkin bag
(That boy Cassius)

I can buy your girl a new Birkin bag, this really gon' geek, stop searching for it
Runtz OG in the turkey bag, she be going geeked, stopped searching for it
I can sing to your girl like country boy, real as all shit, she'll murder for it
Skydiving
Now she on Rocky Mountains, climbing
Now she searching for a diamond
Lord knows, she found me
Lord knows, she found me (Oh, Lord knows)

I'ma saddle up, make a bitch ride this horse
I'm a fly nigga, walking through a different concourse
Bought the bitch a Birkin, fill it up with Indo
This the realest it gon' get, don't got to search no more
Little big booty bitch in the back of the Ghost
Put the dick right in the back of her throat
I beat the pack out the trap house door
I get the racks like a motherfuckin' GOAT
I spend them racks on my motherfuckin' locs
This the realest it gon' get, don't got to search no more
We said get up and she be like the merch on the low
Got a big booty freak popping Perc's on the low
Now I hit the Pyrex, make it Taekwondo
Pop mine like a Glock nine, Rondo
Sing to the bitch, Quando Rondo
Sell a hunned bags out the trap bando

I can buy your girl a new Birkin bag, this really gon' geek, stop searching for it
Runtz OG in the turkey bag, she be going geeked, stopped searching for it
I can sing to your girl like country boy, real as all shit, she'll murder for it
Skydiving
Now she on Rocky Mountains, climbing
Now she searching for a diamond
Lord knows, she found me (Lord knows)
Lord knows, she found me (Lord knows, she found me)

Switch up the diamonds, these bricks come from Remy
I'm popping mines since the duece-deuce in it
I can make a bitch wish, I Dream of Genie
Eat up the nut, make it voila, Houdini
Hunneds bands, I can make a stick out my skinnies
Got a bitch riding 'round with a stick in the Bentley
Got a bitch work at Nieman, no drip in my ending
Got two FNs when I drip in the Fendi
I wear Gucci boots, feeling like a country boy
AK, I'll play that bitch like a guitar
Diamonds on my neck, call it Dancing with the Stars
Lot of Jettas, 'Vettes, I go bizarre with cars
Left her on boot, I just fuck when it's dark
Says she went blue, she don't fuck with the marks
She searching for diamonds up under the rocks
Ride with the Glock but we shoot with the mop

I can buy your girl a new Birkin bag, this really gon' geek, stop searching for it
Runtz OG in the turkey bag, she be going geeked, stopped searching for it
I can sing to your girl like country boy, real as all shit, she'll murder for it
Skydiving
Now she on Rocky Mountains, climbing
Now she searching for a diamond
Lord knows, she found me
Lord knows, she found me (Oh, Lord knows)