Lyrics dior & runtz - nappy 01'

dior & runtz

Iano beats
Mayyzo!
Loesoe going crazy
Christian Dior bag how much runts can I fit in it
Girl you don’t wanna go outside but you don’t even try to listen
Damn my nigga talking bout some money, ain’t been on a mission in a minute
Spent 500 on a BB belt then I give that shit to my brother
Now I’m riding solo, not really cause the Glock on me
She like goddamn its been so long
Why the fuck haven’t you called me, yeah
High as fuck in my own world screaming rip Kobe
Since you died shit been a cruel world but shit feels so lonely
20 blue bills on me but my palms keep on itching
When I tell em how much I made it like damn this music shit is a business
I ain’t Uzi I don’t stand on top of my money, all I do is stretch it
She don’t feel me but she act like she feel me, I know she pretended
You ain’t true with your emotions, bad habit
Talking bout me you ain’t perfect either, bad habit
I was working on dying
You was working on crying
Girl I gotta stay away from you, no I don’t like the violence
I wanna go on the east coast
You wanna go to the islands
You wanna go sight see
I just wanna go shopping
Gucci, Louis, Christian Dior
You the one that I do this for
Girl you want me to leave that’s cool
Hop on
No you don’t feel me now
All these new clothes won’t make me smile
You said we were forever
You won’t even stay a while
No you don’t feel me now
All these new clothes won’t make me smile
Girl this shit ain’t okay
No you don’t feel okay
weed still don’t heal my pain
All these fuck niggas act like fuck niggas
And a niggas girl say niggas ain’t shit
Niggas move weird so I really can’t fuck with em
I was now fuck niggas stuck with em
Put em in a Warzone solo
I won’t make sure nobody can’t fuck with em
Yeah they left me here again, I’m all on my own
Every time I check the internet y’all giving clout to my clones
All you wanna do is argue when you come to my home
Perc 10, 15, 20 gonna get me in my zone
Neiman Marcus fit, I don’t give a fuck about Vlone
Just cause I like your picture bitch don’t mean hit my phone
New Dior look like converse feel like Wilt when I put them on
I ain’t do shit yet still gonna miss me when I’m gone
Gonna miss me when I’m gone
Gone
Miss me when I’m gone
Gone
They gonna miss me when I’m…
Gone
Gone
Gone
Christian Dior bag how much runts can I fit in it
Girl you don’t wanna go outside but you don’t even try to listen
Damn my nigga talking bout some money, ain’t been on a mission in a minute
Spent 500 on a BB belt then I give that shit to my brother
Now I’m riding solo, not really cause the Glock on me
She like goddamn its been so long
Why the fuck haven’t you called me, yeah
High as fuck in my own world screaming rip Kobe
Since you died shit been a cruel world but shit feels so lonely