dior

Okay, she a Christian in some Christians, uh, she a demon in Dior
Uh, top floor telly, we chillin', lil' baby, I got your ho on all fours
Ayy, complain in my life 'cause I get what I want when I walk in the store
Uh, bitch, I'm chiefin' on good gas, lil' baby, I'm high and I think I could soar
Ayy, shorty said she want, yeah, uh, shorty said she want more
She wanna go into Fendi galore
Say they want smoke, nigga, what for?
Goin' coast to coast, nigga, on tour
We gon' back out and bust it if you want war
Like, he a shooter, only on Fort'
I'm that nigga, lil' boy, you a dork
Huh, and you cannot ignore
She an angel rockin' Palm Angels, she a vixen rockin' Vetements
I been killin' it, feel like a veteran
And I'm waitin' to tell me who better than me
Been through so much, I got PTSD
Countin' this money, it's me, me, and me
I just made your advance, you can times it by three
Huh, tryna take my nephew to Nice
And the places you never could be
Told her, "Arigato," 'cause my bitch Japanese
I speak guala, I speak guapanese
They can try, but they never could be me
In that West, I'm rockin' that VV
Do it again and I'm hittin' a threepeat
If he want smoke, tell that nigga to see me
Bitch, I'm gettin' real rich
Huh, hood fave' like I'm Critch
My niggas'll put you on TV, no Twitch
Uh, niggas fold, niggas switch
These niggas be tweakin', beefin' 'bout a bitch
Uh, you can place you bets 'cause me and my brother here, we never miss
Uh, you know that we never miss, uh, uh
Yeah, bitch, my niggas, they really gon' do it
That whole 5.56, they gon' shoot it
Bitch, I get booted like
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, bitch, I get booted like
Off top, bitch I'm gon' do that
Fah, fah, fah, fah



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Writer(s): Michael Rainey Jr, Joseph Badejo, Cade Blodgett
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