Dior Drama* lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, ah, like, yeah-yeah-yeah
Uh (Uh), bop (Uh, uh)

[Chorus]
I just bought some Diors, call it Dior drama
VVS calculator if a n*gga want a problem
I stay with my n*ggas, you know that I got 'em
I'm a real n*gga, I feel like my father
She hit my phone like
"Tecca, yeah, you blowin' up like a suicide bomber"
These n*ggas, they bitin' my style like piranha
You mad a nerd n*gga could f*ck on your daughter

[Post-Chorus]
Not your average nerd, baby
Average nerd, baby
You get sent to the curb, baby
f*ck you and f*ck what you heard, baby
I hit up my bro, "What's the word, lately?" Link up
Bro pour up the Wock' and he drink up
Man, pass me the Act', got the pink up
[Verse 1]
That b*tch got a fat ass, got my di*k stuck
We on UFC3, mess your lip up
And I'm talkin' that sh*t, got my sh*t tucked
P12 in the cut, 'bout to dip, bruh
It's a regular show, 'bout to skip, yeah
Why you talk about us? You don't know us
Why these random n*ggas tryna "Bro" us?
n*ggas tryna take me out my glow us

[Chorus]
I just bought some Diors, call it Dior Drama
VVS calculator if a n*gga want a problem
I stay with my n*ggas, you know that I got 'em
I'm a real n*gga, I feel like my father
She hit my phone like
"Tecca, yeah, you blowin' up like a suicide bomber"
These n*ggas, they bitin' my style like piranha
You mad a nerd n*gga could f*ck on your daughter

[Post-Chorus]
Not your average nerd, baby
Average nerd, baby
You get sent to the curb, baby
f*ck you and f*ck what you heard, baby
I hit up my bro, "What's the word, lately?" Link up
Bro pour up the Wock' and he drink up
Man, pass me the Act', got the pink up
[Verse 2]
Yeah, let it off
Got the Uzi like I'm Cleo, had to set it off
Got a new, bad girl, give me better love
n*gga talkin', I just back up the Berretta, yeah
VVS Calculator, don't...
...

[Chorus]
I just bought some Diors, call it Dior Drama
VVS calculator if a n*gga want a problem
I stay with my n*ggas, you know that I got 'em
I'm a real n*gga, I feel like my father
She hit my phone like
"Tecca, yeah, you blowin' up like a suicide bomber"
These n*ggas, they bitin' my style like piranha
You mad a nerd n*gga could f*ck on your daughter

[Post-Chorus]
Not your average nerd, baby
Average nerd, baby
You get sent to the curb, baby
f*ck you and f*ck what you heard, baby
I hit up my bro, "What's the word, lately?" Link up
Bro pour up the Wock' and he drink up
Man, pass me the Act', got the pink up