SlimeSito - Christian Dior lyrics

[Intro] (This is a DJ Phat exclusive) (And this beat from Cash not from YouTube) Yeah, uh [Chorus: Dee Aura] Dior my hoodie and Dior my sneakers ni**as ain't balling, that boy on the bleachers High with my b*tch [?] Car too fast I be passing the Cheetah I shot two times and he ran home, Jeter Talking about racks, make that off a feature That ni**a strange, know I watch his demeanor Left my b*tch and I'm talking about Nina Try to air it, got a problem, I beat it White wifey tryna' give me [?] Bow, bow, on the floor and he bleeding All my ni**as they be flaging and bleeding One shooter on the block, he Norweigan Four Glocks on me for four seasons Sipping drank on thе road and I'm sleeping [Chorus: Dee Aura] Dior my hoodie and Dior my sneakers ni**as ain't balling, that boy on thе bleachers High with my b*tch [?] Car too fast I be passing the Cheetah I shot two times and he ran home, Jeter Talking about racks, make that off a feature That ni**a strange, know I watch his demeanor Left my b*tch and I'm talking about Nina Try to air it, got a problem, I beat it White wifey tryna' give me [?] Bow, bow, on the floor and he bleeding All my ni**as they be flaging and bleeding One shooter on the block, he Norweigan Four Glocks on me for four seasons Sipping drank on the road and I'm sleeping [Verse: Slimesito & Dee Aura] It's the dedication ni**a Christian my hoodie and Dior my sneakers Glock hot as fu*k like this sh*t got a fever I'm trapping hard as fu*k, I need a beeper b*tch from the islands, she need a Visa Out here sliming ni**as, tryna' be sita' Three stripes, I ain't talking about Adidas Snatching ni**as so I feel like the reaper Life brazy but I still love mi vida sh*t, life cold but I keep me a heater 06' trapping off a Nokia Lay the pounds on the scale like a Libra High as fu*k, every day I get twisted Still sipping every day fu*k a limit How you dissing but you never [?] Free my ni**as, man they doing a sentence Watch snakes, no I don't watch T.V Christian Dior and my body say C.D Lowkey, no ni**as don't see these sh*t hard but I make it look easy Money low like a [?] Real slime for that [?] New drank, damn my stomach feel queasy Supreme kicks, True Religion Supreme [Chorus: Dee Aura] Dior my hoodie and Dior my sneakers ni**as ain't balling, that boy on the bleachers High with my b*tch [?] Car too fast I be passing the Cheetah I shot two times and he ran home, Jeter Talking about racks, make that off a feature That ni**a strange, know I watch his demeanor Left my b*tch and I'm talking about Nina Try to air it, got a problem, I beat it White wifey tryna' give me [?] Bow, bow, on the floor and he bleeding All my ni**as they be flaging and bleeding One shooter on the block, he Norweigan Four Glocks on me for four seasons Sipping drank on the road and I'm sleeping