"Dior" lyrics
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like I'm drowning baby, I been puttin' your love to the test
My lil hittas gone pull up sending bullets that I'm knowin' niggas can't catch
I want all my hundreds crip as hell like a IG blue check
I know lil' Reese ass still mad as hell 'bout made lil' dude wreck
Switch on 21, I hit this bitch 'bout broke the vette
Know these hos don't love me, they just want money, they want sex
Fell out off them Percs, ain't feel my heart beatin' through my chest
Pull up at Leveque, you ain't see nobody in this Lex
Said she proud of me, put her in Dior
Nigga, you ain't shot shit, what you got that heat for
I really jumped in head first in the streets, not on the keyboard
Might say stay off them pills, look at rich homie, but I think I need more
I'm tryna get rich, travel the world so I can see more
We get his drop and blow that bitch up like it's C4
They told me I wasn't shit, ran up my racks so I could be more
Baby, you know you badder than the one I want, what I gotta cheat for
Yeah, you know these niggas ain't cut like me
She ask me why I be poppin' them pills, and it might be hard I'm just keepin' it G
Know I'm outside every day, you ain't lookin' for me 'cause I'm everywhere with my heat
I hit her raw and fell in love, I'm feelin' good, I'm off hella drugs
Bro ridin' with shottie, tryna get 'em slugged
You feel the temperature lower, and you know you givin' up
Nigga stop callin' my phone makin' threats, we gon' step on you like a bug
Nigga stop reppin' on all them fake ass bodies
I'm off two tens, I'm out my body
Fine shit know she bad, she a hottie
I'm the reason his brother got shot, probably
Like I'm drowning, baby, I been puttin' your love to the test
My lil' hittas gone pull up sendin' bullets that I'm knowin' niggas can't catch
I want all my hundreds crip as hell like a IG blue check
I know lil' Reese ass still mad as hell 'bout made lil' dude wreck
Lil' bro love strikin', this his third time at the dealership
Give a fuck if you don't like it, we gon' pull up like what the business is
I put Glock 17 on a nigga head, but I do not work at Lids
I was 13 throwin' back sleepin' pills, but I did it ever since a kid
Yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like I'm drowning baby, I been puttin' your love to the test
My lil hittas gone pull up sending bullets that I'm knowin' niggas can't catch
I want all my hundreds crip as hell like a IG blue check
I know lil' Reese ass still mad as hell 'bout made lil' dude wreck
Switch on 21, I hit this bitch 'bout broke the vette
Know these hos don't love me, they just want money, they want sex
Fell out off them Percs, ain't feel my heart beatin' through my chest
Pull up at Leveque, you ain't see nobody in this Lex
Said she proud of me, put her in Dior
Nigga, you ain't shot shit, what you got that heat for
I really jumped in head first in the streets, not on the keyboard
Might say stay off them pills, look at rich homie, but I think I need more
I'm tryna get rich, travel the world so I can see more
We get his drop and blow that bitch up like it's C4
They told me I wasn't shit, ran up my racks so I could be more
Baby, you know you badder than the one I want, what I gotta cheat for
Yeah, you know these niggas ain't cut like me
She ask me why I be poppin' them pills, and it might be hard I'm just keepin' it G
Know I'm outside every day, you ain't lookin' for me 'cause I'm everywhere with my heat
I hit her raw and fell in love, I'm feelin' good, I'm off hella drugs
Bro ridin' with shottie, tryna get 'em slugged
You feel the temperature lower, and you know you givin' up
Nigga stop callin' my phone makin' threats, we gon' step on you like a bug
Nigga stop reppin' on all them fake ass bodies
I'm off two tens, I'm out my body
Fine shit know she bad, she a hottie
I'm the reason his brother got shot, probably
Like I'm drowning, baby, I been puttin' your love to the test
My lil' hittas gone pull up sendin' bullets that I'm knowin' niggas can't catch
I want all my hundreds crip as hell like a IG blue check
I know lil' Reese ass still mad as hell 'bout made lil' dude wreck
Lil' bro love strikin', this his third time at the dealership
Give a fuck if you don't like it, we gon' pull up like what the business is
I put Glock 17 on a nigga head, but I do not work at Lids
I was 13 throwin' back sleepin' pills, but I did it ever since a kid
Yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah
Writer(s): Genesis Roland, Trevon Smith
