Christian Dior lyrics

[Intro]
(This is a DJ Phat exclusive)
(And this beat from Cash not from YouTube)
Yeah, uh

[Chorus: Dee Aura]
Dior my hoodie and Dior my sneakers
n*ggas ain't balling, that boy on the bleachers
High with my b*tch [?]
Car too fast I be passing the Cheetah
I shot two times and he ran home, Jeter
Talking about racks, make that off a feature
That n*gga strange, know I watch his demeanor
Left my b*tch and I'm talking about Nina
Try to air it, got a problem, I beat it
White wifey tryna' give me [?]
Bow, bow, on the floor and he bleeding
All my n*ggas they be flaging and bleeding
One shooter on the block, he Norweigan
Four Glocks on me for four seasons
Sipping drank on thе road and I'm sleeping

[Chorus: Dee Aura]
Dior my hoodie and Dior my sneakers
n*ggas ain't balling, that boy on thе bleachers
High with my b*tch [?]
Car too fast I be passing the Cheetah
I shot two times and he ran home, Jeter
Talking about racks, make that off a feature
That n*gga strange, know I watch his demeanor
Left my b*tch and I'm talking about Nina
Try to air it, got a problem, I beat it
White wifey tryna' give me [?]
Bow, bow, on the floor and he bleeding
All my n*ggas they be flaging and bleeding
One shooter on the block, he Norweigan
Four Glocks on me for four seasons
Sipping drank on the road and I'm sleeping
[Verse: Slimesito & Dee Aura]
It's the dedication n*gga
Christian my hoodie and Dior my sneakers
Glock hot as f*ck like this sh*t got a fever
I'm trapping hard as f*ck, I need a beeper
b*tch from the islands, she need a Visa
Out here sliming n*ggas, tryna' be sita'
Three stripes, I ain't talking about Adidas
Snatching n*ggas so I feel like the reaper
Life brazy but I still love mi vida
sh*t, life cold but I keep me a heater
06' trapping off a Nokia
Lay the pounds on the scale like a Libra
High as f*ck, every day I get twisted
Still sipping every day f*ck a limit
How you dissing but you never [?]
Free my n*ggas, man they doing a sentence
Watch snakes, no I don't watch T.V
Christian Dior and my body say C.D
Lowkey, no n*ggas don't see these
sh*t hard but I make it look easy
Money low like a [?]
Real slime for that [?]
New drank, damn my stomach feel queasy
Supreme kicks, True Religion Supreme
[Chorus: Dee Aura]
Dior my hoodie and Dior my sneakers
n*ggas ain't balling, that boy on the bleachers
High with my b*tch [?]
Car too fast I be passing the Cheetah
I shot two times and he ran home, Jeter
Talking about racks, make that off a feature
That n*gga strange, know I watch his demeanor
Left my b*tch and I'm talking about Nina
Try to air it, got a problem, I beat it
White wifey tryna' give me [?]
Bow, bow, on the floor and he bleeding
All my n*ggas they be flaging and bleeding
One shooter on the block, he Norweigan
Four Glocks on me for four seasons
Sipping drank on the road and I'm sleeping