In Christian We Trust lyrics

[Intro]
(Hey, OLLY!)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
(Four3va the f*cking GOAT, n*gga, f*ck is you talking 'bout?)

[Verse 1]
Label tellin’ me to get more personal
Shawty tellin' me to get her a purse
I told both of them, don't take this personal
But I don’t think that sh*t finna work
Too anti, I can't converse
These Rick Owens, I can't Converse
I ain't tryna talk, ho, gimme commerce
My b*tch mad I don't even call first
My b*tch mad, but money come first
My b*tch mad I don't let her c*m first
Yvngxworld lifestyle, it's a young earth
I was 16, makin' TikTok b*tches twerk
And he called me a TikTok rapper he a nerd
And if I’m a TikTok rapper, I did it first
Only n*gga that I trust is me
Pullin’ up like I'm Curry n*gga, I’ma dunk that sh*t from deep
While I'm on tour, pull up in a minivan, I got many bands out of reach
And I got two b*tches, that's twenty fingers, I got many hands on the meat
Aye, pop yo' sh*t, twin
Got these hoes on my di*k, man
Ain’t no Madden, but that boy get blitzed, man
In Toronto b*tch, I'm in the six, man
Stick come off the bench like a sixth, man
I want plenty hoes, give me six, man
My nickname Precipitation, cause I got that drip, man
Can't come near me, do you got a Christian wristband?
Get in my underwear, and then I'm flipping inside of that b*tch, man
Ha, this pack thrax, this sh*t kickin'
Liquid crack, b*tch, I sipped it
My sh*t to a T, lipton
She put lips on me, sippin'
b*tch I'm too elite, you trippin'
Gave her my Peter, lil' shawty Griffin
[Chorus]
She got some hand strength, lil' shawty grippin'
Not tryna f*ck, lil hoe you trippin'
This ain't Dior, talkin' bout a Christian
n*gga be yours, brodie, you not Christian
All of the whores tryna f*ck on Christian
All of these doors openin' for Christian
She call me God, she not even Christian
I guess I'm the lord, baby, I don't get it

[Verse 2]
She like, "Pass me off to Christian"
And she wanna match me now, we twinnin'
Oh sh*t, this perky got me spinnin'
Nowadays, all of my dreams livid
Nowadays, all of my dreams I live it
Like sleep paralysis, but no demons in it
I f*cked a ho and left no semen in it
I ain't posed to beat her, dad, see me in the kitchen
I ran a red light, I don't stop at a minion
I'm in a Challenger, I'm Tokyo Driftin''
I am not comin', I don't know these lil' b*tches
You think I'm pus*y? Show me that n*gga

[Chorus]
She got some hand strength, lil' shawty grippin'
Not tryna f*ck, lil hoe you trippin'
This ain't Dior talkin' bout a Christian
n*gga be yours, brodie, you not Christian
All of the whores tryna f*ck on Christian
All of these doors openin' for Christian
She call me God, she not even Christian
I guess I'm the lord, baby, I don't get it