Diors

作词 : Lee Everett

作曲 : Lee Everett

Hmm

I'm in Canada right now

My homie just told me they got a linebacker

Boy, this is crazy

Boy

Slatt

Money stack to the ceiling

Money stack to the ceiling

Money stack to the ceiling

Spent some bands here, threw some bands there

It's a cold world, we ain't playin' fair

Ain't no checking me, b***h I'm playin' chess

You my son huh, say it with your chest

I spent a hunnid on lean, Wockhardt-Wockhardt tech

These niggas want me dead, bulletproof my vest

I spent a hunnid on lean, Wockhardt-Wockhardt tech

These niggas want me dеad, bullеtproof my vest

Got Diors in differеnt colors, yeah

Dеsigner by the dozen, yeah

She bad as ****, I'ma hit that b***h

Then switch up to her cousin, yeah

Her nigga talkin' crazy on the phone, ordered to **** me up

Hadouken, say he wanna fight

Upper cut him 'til he stupid, don't be foolish

But enough of the drama, I'ma get back to the commas

Takin' my narcotics, I be booted, you be losin'

School of Hard Knox, nigga, you a student

Money got right, so it can't go wrong

She **** me 'cause my bankroll's long

Pull up in a tank like b***h we on

Diamonds look like Lucky Charms

B*****s tryna set me up

Your boyfriend broke, that's not my fault

Pockets on fat, rock Rick like Ross

Run up on me get crissed then crossed, yeah

Spent some bands here, threw some bands there

It's a cold world, we ain't playin' fair

Ain't no checking me, b***h I'm playin' chess

You my son huh, say it with your chest

I spent a hunnid on lean, Wockhardt-Wockhardt tech

These niggas want me dead, bulletproof my vest

I spent a hunnid on lean, Wockhardt-Wockhardt tech

These niggas want me dead, bulletproof my vest