Fashion Killa

歌手: Stunna 4 Vegas NoCap • 专辑:Rae Rae's Son • 发布时间:2022-06-24
作词 : Khalick Antonio Caldwell/Kobe Vidal Crawford/Cameron Hubler/Aiden Williams/KAI HASEGAWA
 作曲 : Khalick Antonio Caldwell/Kobe Vidal Crawford/Cameron Hubler/Aiden Williams/KAI HASEGAWA
 Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy
 Ayy, ayy
 Fashion killer
 Take me one out in designer
 My opps rap too
 I get my shooters to go and sign em
 A nigga just lit foreal
 Don't tell me that I'm famous
 I flew a bitch to the crib
 She ain't even speak my language
 I grinded a lil harder and my knots got bigger
 I'm balling like I'm Harden on you soft ass niggas
 My nigga jack sons like he M.J. thriller
 The rapper gotta step 'cause we took all his hitters
 I drop a lil ticket, they popped that nigga
 Better play with yo kids, I am not that nigga
 My Younging hit where his top at
 We GTA living, somebody get shot at
 I bet somebody get stripped
 We ride with them sticks in the whip
 I hang out the window and hit
 Ain't dissing I'm sending a blitz
 Won't mention I'll give em a shirt
 He play?
 And we put his dick in the dirt
 Bet he lay
 And somebody feelings get hurt
 I live what I say in a verse
 I was dead broke I was hurting
 So I put my pockets on surgery
 Ran it up fast like a cheetah
 Remember it used to come turtle speed
 They with me, they sliding like major leagues
 I'm still in the streets, ain't no saving me
 It get harder to stick to the strategy
 They shoot but them niggas ain't bagging me
 My K's, they be Russian
 I be rushing to the paper
 I left that lil bitch ugly
 Cause I didn't want to make up
 First I had wanted to save her
 Got my nut off then my mind changed
 Before I blowed up I was hurting
 I guess you can call it propane
 We smoking opps out the whole thang
 She a thot
 I can't tell her my whole name
 Give me top
 Hit they block
 We tryna knock off the whole gang
 My lil nigga want bodies, he insane
 I pay for the homi, he get ate
 We drop em off then skips states
 Got the streets in a lock like an inmate
 I drop a bag on ya cheap ass
 Speck in here sleep with a ski mask
 They counted me out
 I need that
 I cry to the bank
 I don't laugh
 I pass that hoe to my nigga like Steve Nash
 Aye, whole gang hustle like Tip
 You don't understand how I live
 Believe when I tell ya it's real
 I was standing under rain drops
 Loaded off roxys
 I smoke a P
 I'm a master
 These niggas ain't bout it
 Really you niggas just nobodies
 None of yo niggas got no bodies
 We drill everything and go quiet
 None of my opps be outside
 We tryna hit everything when we go slide
 This 4 time 16
 Pop an opp, he get dropped like a 16
 Mama telling me I'm moving too risky
 Leave em smelly if he moving fishy
 My killer get in his zone like 2 3
 Drop back with that 9 like Drew Brees
 We left his friend dead
 He oozing
 Before the fame
 These bitches was choosing
 In investigation, I'm clueless
 Them folks woulda thought I was stupid
 She heartbroke
 No Ruth Chris
 She gave me more brain than a student
 I make em take tips like a tutor
 Glock clip longer than a ruler
 I learned the finesse from Scooter
 Out here playing chess
 We'll do ya
 I'm a Great Dane, he a poodle
 These niggas be shrimps in a shark tank
 We stank em
 Give his mama heart aches
 I used to be broke
 I get money on off days
 Now I hit a hoe and we part ways
 We beat down his block like an earthquake
 Nowadays I wanna gain and maintain
 And free all the bros out the chain gang
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