Cloud Dior - Battleground Lyrics

I just dropped a couple dollars on some mothaf*ckin' shoes
Gucci drippin' on my belt, set a fire in the boot
Lil' mama we just be f*ckin' hell nah you can be my boo
Assault Rifle gon' hit his brain
Nigga too too too too too
I heard he got a lil' brother, then we comin' for him too
I'm on Dream Chaser, nigga, I can never chase a thot
Niggas can't run up on us, we strap up like the cops
We bout to shit for real, nigga, nigga, f*ck the opps
Bitch, if you really think you cute, I dare you to take the mask off
If you really a baddie, let me see you without makeup
Bad bitch, fat ass, baby, twerk your ass off
Bitch, I stay with the gang, fifteen deep we hit the club
I been waitin' for the serve, I'm puttin' pressure on the plug
Heard they be talkin' on my name, tell him, Dior, don't give a f*ck
Call of duty in his bitch, I customized the f*cking scar
Nigga, you a lil' player, let me see your f*ckin' score
Oh yeah, she got a man, but she f*cking f*ckin' Dior
No need to tell her how to do it
She knows how I like my dick sucked
Young nigga 20 with a 30, shoot the shit like Stephen curry
Double cup, it's strawberry, sippin' juice strawberry
I just dropped a couple dollars on some motherf*ckin' shoes
Gucci drippin' on my belt, I set fire in the booth
Lil' mama we just be f*ckin', hell nah, you can't be my boo
Assault Rifle , gon' hit his brain, nigga, two, two, two, two, two
I heard he got a lil' brother, then we comin' for him, too
I'm a dream chaser, nigga, I can never chase a thot
Niggas can't run up on us, we be strapped up like the cops
We about this shit for real huh
Nigga, f*ck the opps