Diors Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Hmm
I'm in Canada right now
My homie just told me they got a linebacker
Boy, this is crazy
Boy
Slatt, money stack to the ceiling
Money stack to the ceiling
Money stack to the ceiling

[Chorus]
Spent some bands here, threw some bands there
It's a cold world, we ain't playin' fair
Ain't no checking me, bitch I'm playin' chess
You my son huh, say it with your chest
I spent a hunnid on lean, Wockhardt-Wockhardt tech
These niggas want me dead, bulletproof my vest
I spent a hunnid on lean, Wockhardt-Wockhardt tech
These niggas want me dеad, bullеtproof my vest

[Verse]
Got Diors in different colors, yеah
Designer by the dozen, yeah
She bad as fuck, I'ma hit that bitch
Then switch up to her cousin, yeah
Her nigga talkin' crazy on the phone
Ordered to fuck me up, Hadouken, say he wanna fight
Upper cut him 'til he stupid, don't be foolish
But enough of the drama, I'ma get back to the commas
Takin' my narcotics, I be booted, you be losin'
School of Hard Knox, nigga, you a student
Money got right, so it can't go wrong
She fuck me 'cause my bankroll's long
Pull up in a tank like bitch we on
Diamonds look like Lucky Charms
Bitches tryna set me up
Your boyfriend broke, that's not my fault
Pockets on fat, rock Rick like Ross
Run up on me get crissed then crossed, yeah