Christian lyrics

[Verse 1]
Told this b*tch, "Speak up", b*tch, I can't hear what you said
I f*ck with this white hoe, she in love with the meds
I can't even lie, I fell in love with the check
I swear to God, this b*tch fell in love with the flex
Drop that lil' bih', 'cause I'm movin' on to the next (Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I ain't tryna talk, unless it's guap, disrespect (We gon' be ok)
Tell a n*gga, "Get up with me"
Had a n*gga bring smoke like stizzy
Spin a n*gga block, three times, got dizzy
Soon as I pour my drank, sh*t, fizzy
Got hit in his gut, makin' this sh*t fifty
Handle my Glock, lil' n*gga get swifty
Got a white hoe, named Taylor my Swifty
No cap, I'm thе richest out my city

[Chorus]
No cap, n*ggas really act like b*tchеs
No cap, all my n*ggas shoot like Piston
Throw it back, turn a n*gga life, took pictures
No cap, tell 'em what it is description
Four flat, make a n*gga run, this stick hit
No cap, all these n*ggas fake like fiction
Freak hoe got on her knees, she Christian
Pour [?], underneath these christian's
[Verse 2]
Trap house, smokin' on dope (Fft)
VETEMENTS all on my coat (Huh)
Put this sh*t on when I'm cold
I don't f*ck with these rap n*ggas, they [?]
Got TEC-9's, [?]
Someone say, "I'm outside", leave a n*gga frozen
Someone say, "Pipes out", I don't even want to pole up
Someone [?], you don't know even want go there
[?], roll them
Smoke so much gas, put me in a coma (Brr)
Shoot this sh*t just like I'm Dellavedova
Too geeked up, they gon' think a n*gga on one
Young n*gga too cold, they gon' put me in a sauna
b*tch, we got stripes in yo' city, Arizona
Bro throwin' bullets, he Patrick Mahome' them
I'm with this good lookin' b*tch, givin' doma
I'm with Lil O, SRT doin' donuts
Try to play with my name that's a bet
I copped a Audi, same model my old one
Just in case I get in to a wreck
Graduated from Loui' V, with my diploma

[Verse 3]
I done bought out the store, everywhere
Once I'm done with this hoe, take her back
I just count up, sit back and relax
Feel like just yesterday, we was in the classroom
Who would've known we would get to a plaque?
Now we pullin' off in a Vet'
Spent 250 on her neck (Boom, boom)
I was verified way before I got a blue check
Now my gang up countin' blue checks (We gon' be ok)
[Chorus]
No cap, n*ggas really act like b*tches
No cap, all my n*ggas shoot like Piston
Throw it back, turn a n*gga life, took pictures
No cap, tell 'em what it is description
Four flat, make a n*gga run, this stick hit
No cap, all these n*ggas fake like fiction
Freak hoe got on her knees, she Christian
Pour [?], underneath these christian's (Bee, bee, bee)