Dior Remix

Lyrics

[Intro] (Traphouse mob) Huh? (what?) Aye, yeah, yeah (This is a Melo beat) [Verse 1] My Glock stay on reclimb Beat him to the car, he mad, 'cuz I fucked his hoe three times I put my Cartier on, and that shit freeze time I was raising blickys at the opps, they got my boy on d-time Put this glizzy to your melon, make you forget your ABCs That nigga 27, he know better than to play with me I put my mask on my face, it's gon' get deadly, (it's gon' get deadly) With this automatic, he gon' go to heaven I just bought a .40 off the black, my shit nifty, huh I put 10 bullets in the clip, now it's a fifty, huh You better watch your tone, most of my days shitty, huh I can't hit him, not right now, I'm too busy, huh We gon' spin with these shots, gon' make him dizzy, uh Burger with no bun, nah, he gon' get house fries This .40 make your voice real deep, call that Lo-Fi He better not walk through that front door, 'cuz, boy we outside He throwing gang signs, that boy think he really slime Meet my .45, it looks exactly what it sound like Huh? [Verse 2] Nigga, we got the automatics, to heaven you gon' be Know I keep a .38 on me Keep running, can't my shake my homies Shoot him out his kicks, can't trust him It used to be fuck 12, now it's fuck 6 Pussy nigga, you don't run shit I'm the big player, I run this I turned to a menace, I just done this, nigga [Outro] (Traphouse mob)