Dior
Lan, this beat so crazy
(Felipe S)
(Hundred bands for a Kilo, nigga)
Chasing all these blues but I'm not cripping (but I'm not cripping, baby)
Flexing on the 'Gram, see how I'm living (how I'm living, ayy)
Got a bad bitch, I don't fuck with ratchets
That pussy good, the best part she only let me beat her
And I ain't got a problem either
That nigga on the net screaming beef, I let that chopper hit him
I hit him, left him dead on the scene, no hospital
You know it's fuck the opposition, bag bigger, no competition
They ain't give me a pot to piss in, needed you, they all went missing
On the highway, Hellcat, know this bitch got different speeds
I don't fuck with basic bitches, they got way too many needs
And the money not a problem, this my shit, this not no me and yours
Told this ho, "I don't adore you, so don't ask me 'bout no Dior"
I'm high up, I don't wanna land
Posted on the block where I make my bands
Serving niggas with my Glock right in my hand
Don't try to run, you will get ran down
Paramedics said it was a man down
On full attention, I won't stand down
Can't drop too much attention, Glock got extension
Niggas penny pinching, my trigger finger itching
Drip too hard, no stylist, we can go on an island
We can go anywhere you wanna go
Opps see that I'm wilding, opps dying, I be smiling
It's excitement when I come and take they soul
Chasing all these blues but I'm not cripping (but I'm not cripping, baby)
Flexing on the 'Gram, see how I'm living (how I'm living, ayy)
Got a bad bitch, I don't fuck with ratchets
That pussy good, the best part she only let me beat her
And I ain't got a problem either
That nigga on the net screaming beef, I let that chopper hit him
I hit him, left him dead on the scene, no hospital
You know it's fuck the opposition, bag bigger, no competition
They ain't give me a pot to piss in, needed you, they all went missing
On the highway, Hellcat, know this bitch got different speeds
I don't fuck with basic bitches, they got way too many needs
And the money not a problem, this my shit, this not no me and yours
Told this ho, "I don't adore you, so don't ask me 'bout no Dior", yeah
(Felipe S)
(Hundred bands for a Kilo, nigga)
Chasing all these blues but I'm not cripping (but I'm not cripping, baby)
Flexing on the 'Gram, see how I'm living (how I'm living, ayy)
Got a bad bitch, I don't fuck with ratchets
That pussy good, the best part she only let me beat her
And I ain't got a problem either
That nigga on the net screaming beef, I let that chopper hit him
I hit him, left him dead on the scene, no hospital
You know it's fuck the opposition, bag bigger, no competition
They ain't give me a pot to piss in, needed you, they all went missing
On the highway, Hellcat, know this bitch got different speeds
I don't fuck with basic bitches, they got way too many needs
And the money not a problem, this my shit, this not no me and yours
Told this ho, "I don't adore you, so don't ask me 'bout no Dior"
I'm high up, I don't wanna land
Posted on the block where I make my bands
Serving niggas with my Glock right in my hand
Don't try to run, you will get ran down
Paramedics said it was a man down
On full attention, I won't stand down
Can't drop too much attention, Glock got extension
Niggas penny pinching, my trigger finger itching
Drip too hard, no stylist, we can go on an island
We can go anywhere you wanna go
Opps see that I'm wilding, opps dying, I be smiling
It's excitement when I come and take they soul
Chasing all these blues but I'm not cripping (but I'm not cripping, baby)
Flexing on the 'Gram, see how I'm living (how I'm living, ayy)
Got a bad bitch, I don't fuck with ratchets
That pussy good, the best part she only let me beat her
And I ain't got a problem either
That nigga on the net screaming beef, I let that chopper hit him
I hit him, left him dead on the scene, no hospital
You know it's fuck the opposition, bag bigger, no competition
They ain't give me a pot to piss in, needed you, they all went missing
On the highway, Hellcat, know this bitch got different speeds
I don't fuck with basic bitches, they got way too many needs
And the money not a problem, this my shit, this not no me and yours
Told this ho, "I don't adore you, so don't ask me 'bout no Dior", yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Milan Modi, Keyanta Bullard, Brian Anamayatana, Andres Espana Montenegro, Malita Rice
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