Dior Remix

[Intro]
(Traphouse mob)
Huh? (what?)
Aye, yeah, yeah
(This is a Melo beat)

[Verse 1]
My Glock stay on reclimb
Beat him to the car, he mad, 'cuz I fucked his hoe three times
I put my Cartier on, and that shit freeze time
I was raising blickys at the opps, they got my boy on d-time
Put this glizzy to your melon, make you forget your ABCs
That nigga 27, he know better than to play with me
I put my mask on my face, it's gon' get deadly, (it's gon' get deadly)
With this automatic, he gon' go to heaven
I just bought a .40 off the black, my shit nifty, huh
I put 10 bullets in the clip, now it's a fifty, huh
You better watch your tone, most of my days shitty, huh
I can't hit him, not right now, I'm too busy, huh
We gon' spin with these shots, gon' make him dizzy, uh
Burger with no bun, nah, he gon' get house fries
This .40 make your voice real deep, call that Lo-Fi
He better not walk through that front door, 'cuz, boy we outside
He throwing gang signs, that boy think he really slime
Meet my .45, it looks exactly what it sound like
Huh?

[Verse 2]
Nigga, we got the automatics, to heaven you gon' be
Know I keep a .38 on me
Keep running, can't my shake my homies
Shoot him out his kicks, can't trust him
It used to be fuck 12, now it's fuck 6
Pussy nigga, you don't run shit
I'm the big player, I run this
I turned to a menace, I just done this, nigga

[Outro]
(Traphouse mob)