Christian Dior (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Gab3]
I used to f*ck with this one girl but we don't speak anymore
With all these ratchet b*tches with me, dropping down to the floor
Purple weed is in my lungs, blowing kush out the door
If you're not talking money to me, what you calling me for?
I'm spending all on my guala on the Christian Dior
I'm falling from the sky, I'm high as a meteor
Got it popping, getting paper, know they hate me for sure
Baller blocking, need to stop it, that's the sh*t I ignore

[Verse: Polarboiyeahz]
Opps is burning in hell
I got killers in a cell
No, I can't control myself
No handouts, I don't need your damn help
Got it in my hand
Don't care about your mans
I got all the plans
Might fly to Japan
She says she ain't a thot
But she got a mans
What's ya name, I forgot
I don't understand
Catch me in the party lookin' straight killer
Everybody can get my f*cking middle finger
Christian Dior, I look like a winner
Christian Dior, I kill you with a trigger
[Chorus: Gab3]
I used to f*ck with this one girl but we don't speak anymore
With all these ratchet b*tches with me, dropping down to the floor
Purple weed is in my lungs, blowing kush out the door
If you're not talking money to me, what you calling me for?
I'm spending all on my guala on the Christian Dior
I'm falling from the sky, I'm high as a meteor
Got it popping, getting paper, know they hate me for sure
Baller blocking, need to stop it, that's the sh*t I ignore