Dior Lyrics

For a pair of Dior

I hate they kilt my man in the streets its war

My lil nigga he gon kill for a pair of dior

I hate they kilt my man in the streets its war

And we aint goin to sleep nooooo

We playing for the sweep ooooo

I put diamonds on my freak wooooo

Way in Miami wit the heat woooooo

You niggas be knowing who kilt yo people and don't be trying get up wit em

Yo bitch ass know who kilt yo uncle low key be tryin hang wit em

Nigga ion respect yo kind god replaced yo blood wit snake venom

posting that man picture it aint no love in it

You supposed be trying track one them niggas down and put a slug in em

And leave a Hat

When I stood over em I heard his bones crack

I heard a click I told Roddy I think these phones tapped

That was the last time I heard his voice I give it all back

I used to lay on my bunk like god why him its posed to been me

You aint really from this hood if you'n know nuttin about JSP

I used to serve my crack at Buford house my lookout was GG

I told lil Kevo its a marathon we gon turn them niggas into designer weed

My lil nigga he gon kill for a pair of dior

I hate they kilt my man in the streets its war

And we aint goin to sleep nooooo

We playing for the sweep wooooo

I put diamonds on my freak wooooo

Way in Miami wit the heat woooooo

You bitch ass niggas be acting like y'all know the story but don't really know nuttin

Ask JB and Stevie nigga I'm the one who gon really blow sumn

You the one who owe sumn I let you slide cause you don't really know nuttin

You'n know nuttin bout hitting a nigga in his shit and the funeral can't show nuttin

This shit get deep I went to foe funerals in the same week

I answer foe jail calls at the same time like this shit cheap

I answer all they calls cause deep down inside all they got is me

Lawyer like yo bitch I swear she gon leave you on sentencing week

He aint really have it he stung a narc cause they was paying extra fees

Domino got all that time he up the street but it feel like overseas

I hate I can't tell em nuttin but hold yo head up like a nose bleed

You know I had a weak heart from the start god why you chose me

My lil nigga he gon kill for a pair of dior

I hate they kilt my man in the streets its war

And we aint goin to sleep nooooo

We playing for the sweep ooooo

I put diamonds on my freak wooooo

Way in Miami wit the heat woooooo