Jet chris Dior

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I ain't know no better, I ain't learned it yet
Swervin' in my jet Chris, Dior sweater
I ain't learned it yet, I ain't know no better
Swervin' in my jet Chris, Dior sweater

Glock not, it's a high tech, it got a nice lever
I'm the empire, that's my acceptor
She gon' get an A, I'm the professor
She tryna freak me down, now I gotta undress her

I'm from out of country, bitch, give me that impression
Slippin', bet I drown, who the f*ck Von Testin
I chop a brick, lay it down for my kids
Can't go broke when I had dreams of bein' rich

Y'all know, I ain't had it best to end at a stick
But I made a way and still made the ends fit
Ain't fit in, made a vision
Middle fingers up to them niggas that was wishin

Prayin' I would fall, but whole time I was just sittin
Lying back, low key, playin' my position
Boy, you touch head to head, I won't bust Mr. O.D
Yeah, I couldn't get enough, better hold me

I ain't lettin' up, bitch
Send me dump, no tap, so you gotta hold your trigger
Left, up, down, right, ain't no need for the switch
And all my opps know it's smoke, so them niggas keep they distance

Red whip, no tense on the load, I'ma flip through Conway
Tryna up the score, leave a message
Them niggas bitch, I ain't learnin' yet
I ain't done no better, swervin' in my Jet Chris

Dior sweater, Glock not, it's a high tech
You got a nice liver, I'm the empire
That's my acceptor
She gon' get an A, I'm the professor

She tryna freak me down, now I gotta undress her
I'm from outta country, bitch, give me an impression
Slippin', bet I drown, who the f*ck Von Testin
I ain't learnin' yet, I ain't done no better

Swervin' in my Jet Chris, Dior sweater
Glock not, it's a high tech
You got a nice liver, I'm the empire
That's my acceptor

She gon' get an A, I'm the professor
She tryna freak me down, now I gotta undress her
I'm from outta country, bitch, give me an impression
Slippin', bet I drown, who the f*ck Von Testin

I ain't runnin' yet, and I ain't learnin
Swervin' in my babe jacket, tryna burn some
You stupid niggas don't know the game, better learn some
And why you speakin' on a skit if you wasn't there

And I'ma play the game hard, cause it wasn't fair
They say they see me on what, I wasn't over there
And yeah, I'm with them white niggas, that's why they look and they stare
Yeah, tryna kiss that nigga, slip and leave his eyes open

And worry bout the small bullets, cause you nine-toed
You tossed my buddy to Wally, you with a mind blown
And don't you tell me you sorry, lil' baby, star choked
He started yappin' by the skits, man, I thought he was jokin

I'm hella strong, I live to shop, I feel like Hulk Hogan
We in the lawn, we writin' songs, or we just out smokin
Don't put the doobie out, lil' nigga, just keep rollin
We tryna tear that truck down, make him keep rollin

It's guaranteed, I'ma step, don't play with my niggas
And I don't need my brother around, you play, I stress niggas
Lil' bad bitch, she on what I'm on, said she take seven
I'm a dog that talk shit, lil' nigga, I feel like Ron Griffith

Step, step, step on that dead ass nigga
Hey, don't you
Step, step, step on that dead ass nigga
Ride through that block with these motherfuckin' lit ass niggas

Slidin' back-to-back in the kitchen, get the cookin
Ride through that block like the blood I be shakin
When we see them opps, nigga, all they dudes get the book
Tryna run and explode on my mama, I get to shootin

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