Dior Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos]
Off The Mussle for the win, n*gga
(24 on the beat)
All 2021, n*gga
Statements

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
It's Dior on my back, it's Dior on my sheets
I ain't mean to bag your b*tch, sorry bro, she was a freak
Off The Mussle, we them n*ggas and we gas any beat
If I put it on her good, she gon' put me on her leash (b*tch)
SusyYT, long drum with a beam
Famous with a dime, that same b*tch in your dreams
Who the f*ck spilled the lean? Punching n*ggas with these rings
OTM (Ayy), we pull up (Ayy, ayy), we be makin' b*tches scream
All stars on my team, n*gga don't want that issue
Big poles, big booths, lil' n*gga, I'm official
If I hate her, I don't miss her, and I know I ain't sh*t
I just boobangеd her sister, her mark on mе missing
Her dad, he don't like me, flirtin' with his wifey
You know what that mean, I can hit highly likely
Her aunt call me papi, 6ix9ine like Tekashi
In a Double-R truck like I'm chillin' with Roddy
Big blues in my pocket, why you n*ggas always jocking? (Huh?)
Always rockin' what we rockin', always droppin' when we droppin'
Man, you n*gga need to stop it, sidekick like you Robin
You ain't never been the time, you had it good, you had an option
I'm the type to snatch your chain and go and sell it at an auction
Gettin' brain in the rage and catch a play like I'm Johnson
Man, sh*t ain't been the same since a n*gga stopped flockin'
Bop bop, bleed a chink for them blues in my pocket
Snatchin' n*ggas out they car, b*tch, I'm brighter than a star
I'm so high, I almost jumped off the moon, I'm on Mars (Ayy)
I always been that n*gga, you can find some I'm scarred
n*ggas always actin' hard 'til we pull up, snatch souls
The 'bow came wrapped, so that n*gga let it go
Ain't no lyin' to this b*tch, she already know I got hoes
Simon says get the dough, so when we come through that door
That mean stop, drop and roll, then we pull off in a Rolls
n*gga
It's Dior on my back, it's Dior on my sheets
I ain't mean to bag your b*tch, sorry bro, she was a freak (Sheesh)
Off The Mussle, we them n*ggas and we gas any beat
If I put it on her good, she gon' put me on her leash, yeah, hundred, though
It's Dior on my back, it's Dior on my b*tch
I ain't mean to hit your ho, she was all on my di*k
I need a beef and gas n*ggas up, hold on
Ugh
[Chorus: Duffy]
It's Dior on my back, it's Dior on my b*tch
I ain't mean to hit your ho (What?), she was all on my di*k (Ayy)
Just talked to Ling Ling, told her buy me more kicks
OTM the dream team, lil' b*tch, we don't miss

[Verse 2: Duffy]
Why you show up no sticks? Bullets scarred, go fish
Purple Rain in my cup, lil' b*tch, like I'm Prince
Take a chain? Yeah, he wish, finna dig another ditch
Got the barret in the bag like I play for the Nicks
I'm a mac, macaroni, he a cap rapper phony
Put me in, b*tch, I'm shootin' every shot like I'm Kobe
Montana, b*tch, I'm Tony, in his hood I'm a trophy
Balenciaga steppin', big kicks, where the goalie? (Where he at?)
Sets bad on pus*y if he tell a b*tch he know me
You ain't out of LA or maybe Dallas, Howie homie
Bad-ass n*gga Joey, chasin' green, n*gga, Yoshi (All blues)
I'm ice cold, pulled the blower out and froze him
Fly sh*t helly, stayin' with a stick 'cause I'm chasin' mozzarella
Press me? n*gga, never
Sent the b*tch, yeah, clever
I'm tryna put my n*ggas on the map like treasure
Send seal like a letter, your b*tch want my sweater (b*tch, what?)
n*ggas inconsistent like the California weather
If he hard, but I'm better, on me like I'm Yeller
I'll bust him in his head with a pipe 'cause I'm pressure
I feel like Tee Grizzley 'cause this sh*t take no effort
This bummy n*gga really think he fresh but I'm fresher
She callin', I'm sextin', he goofy he pressin'
Tell 'em get the chalk, we gon' teach bro a lesson
No, he not with no plan, not talkin' that dough, what the f*ck is he sayin'? (The f*ck?)
Thirteen hoes with a mask like I'm Jason
I'm all out of patience, this Glock actin' racist
Cappin' like a shooter, bro, that n*gga pump-faking (n*gga, yeah)
[Interlude: Duffy & Blue Pesos]
And all that, n*gga (Ayy, ayy)
It's Dior on my back, it's Dior on my b*tch
Ugh, n*gga
It's Dior on my back, it's Dior on my sheets, ayy
n*gga, it's Dior on my back, it's Dior on my b*tch (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Duffy]
It's Dior on my back, it's Dior on my b*tch
I ain't mean to hit your ho, she was all on my di*k
Just talked to Ling Ling, told her buy me more kicks
OTM the dream team, lil' b*tch, we don't miss