Fashion (feat. Takeoff Jayy)

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Lil Street

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Know this shit caught on me
Fashion
Yeah this shit right here
Fashion

No cap
Know where to live
I'm rocking G-Star
Fashion

These niggas on hold
Vagas
He got cars such a light
Traffic

Put a gun to your neck
Blaster
You with me, I cannot let you risk me
Got shit on my mind, sick when I sleep

We gon' duck off, stole all behind the tree
Niggas tryna compete, guess he on to me
All these f*ck niggas south
Coochie

Put him on the shit bad
Dookie
Pop hard, this deep
Cupid

Freed, I act still
Uzi
This ain't muda come back, but he Tesla
We don't know nothin' bout CJ, gon' pick him up

His lil' brother up back, we gon' flip a truck
That boy Sophie, he look like he dumbed up
And leave a hole in his head
Dolphin

Everyday takin' shit
Off him
Need a check on your man
Call him

I'm a snake in the grass
Stalk him
I know so many niggas that I was a perp
If he speak on this shit, we gon' go to work

Show no love, so no opp, put him on a shirt
Made a bitch sell the muck, he gon' try to flirt
All this shit, they just want you to crack
But I know how it be, so it don't make me mad

Pull up your blouse, sit deep
We gon' hop on them feet
Then we jump back and push in the gas
Freed out my brother, locked down in that case

We be back on stage, we be earnin' the mouse
When lil' bro give me that car, then I'm droppin' my bond
I'ma turn this bitch to the Zelsa
Switch so low, now my pockets get fatter

Boy, you get dope, you forgot how it happen
Still where you go, just give me a sack
Grandpa, I'm down now, when I start rappin
Friend in the field since a youngin' been trappin

Round up a plot, how my niggas be clappin
I don't break out like a lurch, a reaction
I'm ridin' G-Star, faster
These niggas are whole faggots

He got cars switchin' lights, traffic
Put a gun to his neck, blast him
You with me, I cannot let you rest, B
Got shit on my mind, say it when I sleep

We gon' dunk off Stolo behind the street
Niggas tryna compete, get shit on to me
All these f*ck niggas soft, coochie
Put him on the shit pad, dookie

Pop it hard, this deep, Cupid
Freed out, ex still, bougie
This ain't more than comin' back with these Tesla
We don't know nothin' about shit, just gon' pick him up

Hit lil' brother up back, we gon' flip his truck
That boy soften, he look like he done ducked
Leave a hole in his head, dolphin
Everyday takin' shit off him

Need a check on your man, call him
I'm a snake in the grass, stalk him
I know so many niggas that I've spurred
If you speak on this shit, we gon' go to work

Show no love to no opp, put him on a shirt
Made a bitch sell him up, he gon' try to flirt
When I go to sleep, got my blinker turned up
When I'm askin' all black, better give it up

Smokin' all day, be hearin' lots of answers, yeah
Whole gang somethin' to pay, you can't f*ck with that
If I hit up a block, we gon' wet it up
Put a hole in their body like that boy Will

Nigga be cappin', they snitchin', go tell him
Life's real, I can show you a trip on my mask
Down low to find a bitch
Selfish, I see him makin' a diss

I'ma walk down on that boy, leave him missin
All guns gotta have an extension
No evidence, gotta leave nobody pissin
Hillside, know they left it, but it's safety

Firelight, know it's blessed in infinity
I'm rockin' G-Star, fast
These niggas on hold, faggots
He got cars such a lot in traffic

Put a gun to their neck, bluster
You with me, I cannot let your wrist beat
Got shit on my mind, say it when I sleep
We gon' duck off, stow low behind the street

Niggas tryna compete, guess he on to me
All these f*ck niggas soft
Coochie, put him on the shit pad
Duke it, pop it hard, this deep

Cupid, free, die, actin' stiff
Bougie, this ain't water, come back with it
Tense look, we don't know nothin' bout shit
Just gon' pick him up, his lil' brother up back

We gon' flip a truck, that boy soft
He look like he done ducked
Leave a hole in his head
Dolphin, everyday takin' shit

Often, need to check on your man
Call him, I'ma snack in the grass
Stalk him, I know so many niggas that I've perked
If you speak on this shit, we gon' go to work

Show no love to no opp, put him on a shirt
Made a bitch sell the mutt, he gon' try to flirt

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