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[Chorus]
I just bought some Diors, call it Dior Drama
VVS calculator if a nigga want a problem
I stay with my niggas, you know that I got ’em
I’m a real nigga, I feel like my father
She hit my phone like
„Tecca, yeah, you blowin’ up like a suicide bomber”
These niggas, they bitin’ my style like piranha
You better learn, nigga, fuck on your daughter

[Post-Chorus]
Not your average nerd, baby
Average nerd, baby
You get sent to the curb, baby
Fuck you and fuck what you heard, baby
I hit up my bro, „What’s the word, lately?” Link up
Bro pour up the Wock’ and he drink up
Man, pass me the Act’, got the pink up

[Verse 1]
That bitch got a fat ass, got my dick stuck
We on UF3, miss the [?]
And I’m talkin’ that shit, got my shit tucked
P12 in the cut, ’bout to [?], bruh
It’s a regular show, ’bout to skip, yeah
Why you talk about us? You don’t know us
Why these random niggas tryna „Bro” us?
Niggas tryna take me on my [?]

[Chorus]
I just bought some Diors, call it Dior Drama
VVS calculator if a nigga want a problem
I stay with my niggas, you know that I got ’em
I’m a real nigga, I feel like my father
She hit my phone like
„Tecca, yeah, you blowin’ up like a suicide bomber”
These niggas, they bitin’ my style like piranha
You better learn, nigga, fuck on your daughter

[Post-Chorus]
Not your average nerd, baby
Average nerd, baby
You get sent to the curb, baby
Fuck you and fuck what you heard, baby
I hit up my bro, „What’s the word, lately?” Link up
Bro pour up the Wock’ and he drink up
Man, pass me the Act’, got the pink up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, let it off
Got the Uzi like I’m [?], had to set it off
Got a new, bad girl, give me better love
Nigga talkin’, I just back up the Berretta, yeah
VVS Calculator, don’t-
[…]

[Chorus]
I just bought some Diors, call it Dior Drama
VVS calculator if a nigga want a problem
I stay with my niggas, you know that I got ’em
I’m a real nigga, I feel like my father
She hit my phone like
„Tecca, yeah, you blowin’ up like a suicide bomber”
These niggas, they bitin’ my style like piranha
You better learn, nigga, fuck on your daughter

[Post-Chorus]
Not your average nerd, baby
Average nerd, baby
You get sent to the curb, baby
Fuck you and fuck what you heard, baby
I hit up my bro, „What’s the word, lately?” Link up
Bro pour up the Wock’ and he drink up
Man, pass me the Act’, got the pink up

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