Dior Bandana
R.I.P Pop Smoke (Hey, hey)
R.I.P Pop Smoke (Hey, hey)
Pretty niggas ain't impressed y'all some silly niggas
Get a couple thou drop a check get pretty nigga
Pretty niggas really ain't high saditty nigga
High saditty niggas really ain't saditty nigga
Pretty niggas keep it trill buck 50 nigga
Tip drill tip drill tell em hoes chill
Let's be real they're alright but they was never real
They just copyright infringement like the Bible
Fuck an opp tell em niggas I don't vibe well
Niggas blowing up my phone like a minefield
Get me lit, I'm a whore
Writing hits cause I'm bored
Papa came from New York
My momma passed me the torch
Aye bitch
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Dior Bandana
It's a Fendi fact, Diablo want my alma
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Dior Bandana
It's a Fendi fact, Diablo want my alma
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
R.I.P Pop Smoke
R.I.P the gang
Nigga I'm not in a gang
Nigga I am a gang
Nigga I am the King (Respect)
Feed me some grapes
Feed me some carrots
And when I say carats I'm talkin bout a chain
Ever since the change
They said my life never been the same
Had a new dame
But the bitch done switched on Bambii like the game
I said it's time to move
Nigga I ain't talkin bout a groove
Bitch nigga change ya shoes
Bitch nigga change ya shoes
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Dior Bandana
It's a Fendi fact, Diablo want my alma
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Dior Bandana
It's a Fendi fact, Diablo want my alma
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
I write my own shit
You write your own skits
Bad bitch, pussy tight
She might just be my bitch
I might just lick the clit
But these niggas on my dick
Say you shooting in the gym
But you aiming at a brick
Swimming in a pool full of bands
I'm that bitch
Smoking on some Amethyst
I am not a witch
Last time they found my body
It was in a ditch
Now tell me are you that somebody that can lay up on my dick
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Dior Bandana
It's a Fendi fact, Diablo want my alma
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Dior Bandana
It's a Fendi fact, Diablo want my alma
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
R.I.P Pop Smoke (Hey, hey)
Pretty niggas ain't impressed y'all some silly niggas
Get a couple thou drop a check get pretty nigga
Pretty niggas really ain't high saditty nigga
High saditty niggas really ain't saditty nigga
Pretty niggas keep it trill buck 50 nigga
Tip drill tip drill tell em hoes chill
Let's be real they're alright but they was never real
They just copyright infringement like the Bible
Fuck an opp tell em niggas I don't vibe well
Niggas blowing up my phone like a minefield
Get me lit, I'm a whore
Writing hits cause I'm bored
Papa came from New York
My momma passed me the torch
Aye bitch
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Dior Bandana
It's a Fendi fact, Diablo want my alma
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Dior Bandana
It's a Fendi fact, Diablo want my alma
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
R.I.P Pop Smoke
R.I.P the gang
Nigga I'm not in a gang
Nigga I am a gang
Nigga I am the King (Respect)
Feed me some grapes
Feed me some carrots
And when I say carats I'm talkin bout a chain
Ever since the change
They said my life never been the same
Had a new dame
But the bitch done switched on Bambii like the game
I said it's time to move
Nigga I ain't talkin bout a groove
Bitch nigga change ya shoes
Bitch nigga change ya shoes
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Dior Bandana
It's a Fendi fact, Diablo want my alma
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Dior Bandana
It's a Fendi fact, Diablo want my alma
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
I write my own shit
You write your own skits
Bad bitch, pussy tight
She might just be my bitch
I might just lick the clit
But these niggas on my dick
Say you shooting in the gym
But you aiming at a brick
Swimming in a pool full of bands
I'm that bitch
Smoking on some Amethyst
I am not a witch
Last time they found my body
It was in a ditch
Now tell me are you that somebody that can lay up on my dick
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Dior Bandana
It's a Fendi fact, Diablo want my alma
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Dior Bandana
It's a Fendi fact, Diablo want my alma
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Credits
Writer(s): Deyon Manning
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