New Dior

Album: Ei8ht Mile (2019)
Charted: 16
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  • TT, I just blessed the fiends
    I don't need no press machine
    I'm seeing pound signs every time I flick the water
    Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine
    Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered

    Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me
    Cali weed, Promethazine and I keep a weapon on me
    Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me
    Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me

    I know they want my soul
    That's why mummy said don't trust them
    Got no time for no hoes
    Just fuck them, don't love them
    My heart's in fully
    When it's beef, don't do part time
    Think I'm running out of luck
    It feels like I'm on my last life
    When everybody left
    Still had my brothers 'cause they stayed too
    They lying niggas, ain't true
    It's funny, I see straight through
    Bro eighteen, he got eighteen
    Judge just threw that book at him
    Fuck fame, got all this pain
    Don't feel the same when I look at him

    TT, I just blessed the fiends
    I don't need no press machine
    I'm seeing pound signs every time I flick the water
    Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine
    Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered

    Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me
    Cali weed, Promethazine and I keep a weapon on me
    Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me
    Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me

    All the pain in my brother's eyes
    Take trips to the other side
    Baking off in them jail cells (lock)
    No sleep, had me up at night
    I'll ride with S 'til the end (that's bro)
    Put in work if he's wrong or right
    Wear different trainers with the skeng
    I'm prayin' suttin' gets dropped tonight
    Now we're finding out where he sleeps (shh)
    Slidin' out in them Jeeps (skrrt)
    I blew ten bags in a week (bands)
    Jad's playin' for keeps (fuck that)
    Amiri jeans, not Levi's (uh)
    All I wanted was my P's right
    Got light like street lights
    Sawed-off, it come knee high

    TT, I just blessed the fiends
    I don't need no press machine
    I'm seeing pound signs every time I flick the water
    Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine
    Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered

    Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me
    Cali weed, Promethazine and I keep a weapon on me
    Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me (yeah yeah)
    Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me (uh)

    Youngest, richest nigga from my city
    Baby, don't ever mistake that
    Bought a brick of loose, baby
    Same day, I turn that straight crack
    All this love for bro
    If it's a bullet, bro, I'll take that
    I made thousands with bro
    And everyday he's still the same man
    I just poured some Codeine, baby, I ain't listenin'
    I just popped a Perc-y, mummy, these ain't vitamins
    Litte nigga in the bando, he ain't listenin'
    Take that pack, I slap that nigga
    Then I'm gettin' rid of him

    TT, I just blessed the fiends
    I don't need no press machine
    I'm seeing pound signs every time I flick the water
    Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine
    Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered

    Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me
    Cali weed, Promethazine and I keep a weapon on me
    Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me
    Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me

    I don't need no press machine
    I'm seeing pound signs every time I flick the water
    Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine
    Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered Writer/s: Aaron Rogers, Adam Laurence, Darren Diggs, Rickey Banton
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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