NAV – Dior Runners Lyrics

She tried to snap me, kick her out, she better hitchhike
I got it on my own, I had to get right
Grips on tires burning on the turnpike
She said you’re such a fuckboy, that you made her turn dyke
Flew the batch overseas
Step in Dior and Double C’s
And it feel normal to me
[Chorus]
Dior runners
Got a bag that says sums in two summers
Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber
Every time they book me, I’ma do numbers
I buy a wraith and chop the top off for the summer
Might take his top off, got the chopper, doing numbers
I graduated out the trap, got my diploma
Always be myself, I’m never playing no persona
Hundred dollar bills and backwoods, my aroma Play this song
[Chorus]
Dior runners
Got a bag that says sums in two summers
Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber
Every time they book me, I’ma do numbers
Might buy a wraith and chop the top off for the summer
Might take his top off, got the chopper, doing numbers
I graduated out the trap, got my diploma
Always be myself, I’m never playing no persona
Hundred dollar bills and backwoods, my aroma
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I’m balling, cross you over, hit a floater (Switch)
She bust it open, I ain’t have to bend her over (Bust it, bust it)
I can bet my Urus is faster than your Rover
I can bet your favorite rapper is a poser
Handling business what I’m ’bout
Handle my business, kick her out
I’m like a dentist in her mouth (In her mouth)
Big bag and three bank accounts
I deposit big amounts
I wear brands I can’t pronounce
Paranoid, I back out, better back out my way (Way)
Once I feel disrespected, there ain’t nothing to say (Say)
I can make some money doing nothing today
Dressed her up in Maison, diamonds wrap up my bae
[Chorus]
Dior runners
Got a bag that says sum in two summers
Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber
Every time they book me, I’ma do numbers
Might buy a wraith and chop the top off for the summer
Might take his top off, got the chopper, doing numbers
I graduated out the trap, got my diploma (Yeah)
Always be myself, I’m never playing no persona
Hundred dollar bills and backwoods, my aroma (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Getting money now, so I don’t gotta hold it
Before I leave my house, still make sure that it’s loaded (Fasho)
To getting Benjamin Franklins, I’m devoted
I can’t fit them in my pocket or it’s an explosion
Foreign fast, put your seatbelt on and sit tight (Skrrt)
Twenty four inch my wheels, like what’s your kid like?