Dior
For a pair of Dior
I hate they kilt my man in the streets its war
My lil nigga he gon kill for a pair of dior
I hate they kilt my man in the streets its war
And we aint goin to sleep nooooo
We playing for the sweep ooooo
I put diamonds on my freak wooooo
Way in Miami wit the heat woooooo
You niggas be knowing who kilt yo people and don't be trying get up wit em
Yo bitch ass know who kilt yo uncle low key be tryin hang wit em
Nigga ion respect yo kind god replaced yo blood wit snake venom
posting that man picture it aint no love in it
You supposed be trying track one them niggas down and put a slug in em
And leave a Hat
When I stood over em I heard his bones crack
I heard a click I told Roddy I think these phones tapped
That was the last time I heard his voice I give it all back
I used to lay on my bunk like god why him its posed to been me
You aint really from this hood if you'n know nuttin about JSP
I used to serve my crack at Buford house my lookout was GG
I told lil Kevo its a marathon we gon turn them niggas into designer weed
My lil nigga he gon kill for a pair of dior
I hate they kilt my man in the streets its war
And we aint goin to sleep nooooo
We playing for the sweep wooooo
I put diamonds on my freak wooooo
Way in Miami wit the heat woooooo
You bitch ass niggas be acting like y'all know the story but don't really know nuttin
Ask JB and Stevie nigga I'm the one who gon really blow sumn
You the one who owe sumn I let you slide cause you don't really know nuttin
You'n know nuttin bout hitting a nigga in his shit and the funeral can't show nuttin
This shit get deep I went to foe funerals in the same week
I answer foe jail calls at the same time like this shit cheap
I answer all they calls cause deep down inside all they got is me
Lawyer like yo bitch I swear she gon leave you on sentencing week
He aint really have it he stung a narc cause they was paying extra fees
Domino got all that time he up the street but it feel like overseas
I hate I can't tell em nuttin but hold yo head up like a nose bleed
You know I had a weak heart from the start god why you chose me
My lil nigga he gon kill for a pair of dior
I hate they kilt my man in the streets its war
And we aint goin to sleep nooooo
We playing for the sweep ooooo
I put diamonds on my freak wooooo
Way in Miami wit the heat woooooo
I hate they kilt my man in the streets its war
My lil nigga he gon kill for a pair of dior
I hate they kilt my man in the streets its war
And we aint goin to sleep nooooo
We playing for the sweep ooooo
I put diamonds on my freak wooooo
Way in Miami wit the heat woooooo
You niggas be knowing who kilt yo people and don't be trying get up wit em
Yo bitch ass know who kilt yo uncle low key be tryin hang wit em
Nigga ion respect yo kind god replaced yo blood wit snake venom
posting that man picture it aint no love in it
You supposed be trying track one them niggas down and put a slug in em
And leave a Hat
When I stood over em I heard his bones crack
I heard a click I told Roddy I think these phones tapped
That was the last time I heard his voice I give it all back
I used to lay on my bunk like god why him its posed to been me
You aint really from this hood if you'n know nuttin about JSP
I used to serve my crack at Buford house my lookout was GG
I told lil Kevo its a marathon we gon turn them niggas into designer weed
My lil nigga he gon kill for a pair of dior
I hate they kilt my man in the streets its war
And we aint goin to sleep nooooo
We playing for the sweep wooooo
I put diamonds on my freak wooooo
Way in Miami wit the heat woooooo
You bitch ass niggas be acting like y'all know the story but don't really know nuttin
Ask JB and Stevie nigga I'm the one who gon really blow sumn
You the one who owe sumn I let you slide cause you don't really know nuttin
You'n know nuttin bout hitting a nigga in his shit and the funeral can't show nuttin
This shit get deep I went to foe funerals in the same week
I answer foe jail calls at the same time like this shit cheap
I answer all they calls cause deep down inside all they got is me
Lawyer like yo bitch I swear she gon leave you on sentencing week
He aint really have it he stung a narc cause they was paying extra fees
Domino got all that time he up the street but it feel like overseas
I hate I can't tell em nuttin but hold yo head up like a nose bleed
You know I had a weak heart from the start god why you chose me
My lil nigga he gon kill for a pair of dior
I hate they kilt my man in the streets its war
And we aint goin to sleep nooooo
We playing for the sweep ooooo
I put diamonds on my freak wooooo
Way in Miami wit the heat woooooo
Credits
Writer(s): Devan Evans
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