In Christian We Trust

[Intro]
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh
Yuh

[Verse 1]
Label tellin' me to get more personal
Shawty tellin me to get her a purse
I told both of them, don’t take this personal
But I don't think that shit finna work
Too anti, I can't converse
These Rick Owens, I can’t Converse
I ain't tryna talk, hoe gimme commerce
My bitch mad I don't even call first
My bitch mad but money come first
My bitch mad I don't let her cum first
Yvngxworld lifestyle, it's a young earth
I was 16 makin' TikTok bitches twerk
And he called me a Tiktok rapper he a nerd
And if I'm a Tiktok rapper I did it first
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Pullin' up like I’m Curry nigga, I’mma dunk that shit from deep
While I'm on tour pull up in a minivan, I got many bands out of reach
And I got 2 bitches, that’s 20 fingers, I got many hands on the meat
Aye, pop yo shit twin
Got these hoes on my dick man
Ain't no Madden, but that boy get blitzed man
In Toronto bitch, I'm in the six man
Stick come off the bench like a sixth man
I want plenty hoes give me six man
My nickname precipitation, cause I got that drip man
Can't come near me, do you got a Christian wristband?
Get in my underwear and then I’m flipping inside of that bitch man
Ha, this pack thrax, this shit kickin
Liquid crack, bitch I sipped it
My shit to a T (Lipton)
She put lips on me (Sippin)
Bitch I'm too elite (You trippin)
Gave her my Peter, lil shawty Griffin

[Chorus]
She got some hand strength, lil shawty grippin
Not tryna fuck, lil hoe you trippin
This ain't Dior talkin bout a Christian
Nigga be yours, brodie you not Christian
All of the whores tryna fuck on Christian
All of these doors openin' for Christian
She call me God, she not even Christian
I guess I'm the lord baby I don't get it
She like "pass me off to Christian"
And she wanna match me now, we twinnin

[Verse 2]
Oh shit this perky got me spinnin
Nowadays, all of my dreams livid
Nowadays, all of my dreams I live it
Like sleep paralysis but no demons in it
I fucked a hoe and left no semen in it
I ain't posed to beat her, dad see me in the kitchen
I ran a red light I don't stop at a minion
I'm in a Challenger I'm Tokyo Driftin''
I am not comin' I don't know these lil bitches
You think I'm pussy? Show me that nigga

[Chorus]
She got some hand strength, lil shawty grippin
Not tryna fuck, lil hoe you trippin
This ain't Dior talkin bout a Christian
Nigga be yours, brodie you not Christian
All of the whores tryna fuck on Christian
All of these doors openin' for Christian
She call me God, she not even Christian
I guess I'm the lord, baby I don't get it