Dior Runners

Lyrics

[Chorus] Dior runners Got a bag, made six M's in two summers Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber Every time they book me, I'ma do numbers Might buy a Wraith and chop the top off for the summer Might take his top off, got the chopper, doing numbers I graduated out the trap, got my diploma Always be myself, I'm never playing no persona Hundred dollar bills and Backwoods my aroma [Verse 1] Bitch, I'm balling, cross you over, hit a floater (Swish) She bust it open, I ain't have to bend her over (Bust it, bust it) I can bet my Urus faster than your Rover I can bet your favorite rapper is a poser Handling business what I'm 'bout Handle my business, kick her out I'm like a dentist in her mouth (In her mouth) Big bag and three bank accounts I deposit big amounts I wear brands I can't pronounce Paranoid, I back out, better back out my way (Way) Once I feel disrespected, there ain't nothing to say (Say) I can make some money doing nothing today Dressed her up in Maison, diamonds wrap up my bae [Chorus] Dior runners Got a bag, made six M's in two summers Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber Every time they book me, I'ma do numbers Might buy a Wraith and chop the top off for the summer Might take his top off, got the chopper, doing numbers I graduated out the trap, got my diploma (Yeah) Always be myself, I'm never playing no persona Hundred dollar bills and Backwoods my aroma (Yeah) [Verse 2] Getting money now, so I don't gotta hold it Before I leave my house, still make sure that it's loaded (Fasho) To getting Benjamin Franklins, I'm devoted I can't fit them in my pocket's on explosion (Boom) Foreign fast, put your seatbelt on and sit tight (Skrrt) Twenty-four inch my wheels, like what's your kit like? She tried to snap me, kick her out, she better hitchhike I got it on my own, I had to get right Driftin' tires burning on the turnpike She said you're such a fuckboy that you made her turn dyke Flew the batch overseas Step in Dior and Double C's And it feel normal to me [Chorus] Dior runners Got a bag, made six M's in two summers Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber Every time they book me, I'ma do numbers Might buy a Wraith and chop the top off for the summer Might take his top off, got the chopper, doing numbers I graduated out the trap, got my diploma Always be myself, I'm never playing no persona Hundred dollar bills and Backwoods my aroma