Dior Christ lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Fraudskiii, you f*cking em up)
b*tch

[Verse]
Christian Dior on, feel like Jesus Christ
Diamonds in the white buffs, all I see is ice
Bro addicted to the juice, think he need a pint
How the f*ck I fail English? All I do is read and write
Boy, and that's no lie
Told her I just want the neck like a bowtie
Two Glocks, push the buffies up, I'm four-wide
Palm Angels off the Christians like I know God
Keep a cannon with the flash like I'm [?], I'll pop you
Tell a b*tch that if the head right, I'll pop you
Underneath the Glock a red light, I'll stop you
Boogers in the buffies, you would think I said achoo
I ain't gotta sneeze to get blessed by your b*tch though
I remember days sliding tracks 'til my wrist swole
Had to punch just to get a slice, feel like Kimbo
All gas even though the cap break's Brembo
That don't mean I'm slowing down (Nah)
Yung Joc, catch the opps, it's going down
I don't box, up the Glock, here go some rounds
Looking for the giffy, sh*t, there go the aisle
Boy, who you talking 'bout? Who you speaking on?
They ain't put no food up on my plate, I had to eat alone
Finna wake 'em up like, who the f*ck they sleeping on?
Glock mandatory, you catch me out, you know I keep it on
In a Striker tryna smoke a opp, roll up
Neck amazing, had to tell your b*tch to hold up
Balenciaga got my sneakers throwing fours up
Stick got the flash, if I catch, you better pose, bruh
V12 underneath the hood, who you finna race?
I just heard somebody say it's smoke like, who you finna face?
Money on the floor, I'm spinning b*tches, boo, you in the way
If it ain't the Glock or ARP, gon' shoot you with a Drac'
He keep asking 'bout his lil' b*tch, oh, she with Stan probably
Thousand dollar jeans, stuffing money in my pants sloppy
I know if the Runtz ever dry up, then the fans got me
White buffs, Off-White hoodie, think the clan got me, huh
[Outro]
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia, that's on every song