Fashion Show

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat) (What up, Danny?) Ayy First time I meet a, alright KrispyLife (It's with a K, dumbass) [Verse] I'm making plays, I'ma buy [?] Made dawg and them end the war like [?] Know how to add a light to the Glock, Thomas Edison I'm serving dope on the fifth floor, I'm a resident I'm going up real fast to different latitudes My bitch got a fat ass and a bad attitude My fit cost like eight racks and I ain't even add the shoes They saying I'm upping dog shit and I ain't add the blues Beat yo ass in yo VIP, fuck a octagon Out in the 'burbs, catching sales with a soccer mom I'm pouring so much Wock' right now, it's a Wockathon I'll drop his food, caught him coming out of Papa John's I don't wanna see no more jewelry 'cause it's too fake Still putting that fake in yo mouth? You got a tooth ache I ran it up right here, I'm on a new statе This shit a lil' too pink, I want a new steak A lot of yours died last yеar, that was a cold summer Shooted in May and it lasted the whole summer If I drop a new piece then the hoes coming Bullets out the FN'll fold a whole Hummer Fuck features, bitch, I ain't no collaborator Every time I drop a bar I could buy half a acre Fuck that, buy a farm and be a cattle raiser Bitch pussy in the freezer so I can have it later Danny G on the beat, you hear them drums loop Just got into another shoot-out and it was fun too If I had as many guns as I had, I'll run too Bitch credit score eight hunnid, she need love too The hoes in my city know I ain't no average Joe I'm finna walk a nigga down, this a fashion show Every room in my crib got a patio I'm a active gang member, bitch, check my status quo Come around with a thirty-six? You getting laughed at 2020 widebody, I ain't gon' lie, this a Scat-Scat Them lumps you see? That's fifty in my backpack They way we do a nigga crib, he gon' need Aflac Ain't no squashing shit, boy, yeah, we past that I did this in twenty minutes, this a fast track I debuted on the charts off my last track Catch dawg, fuck him up, leave him with a half hat Have my mama beat yo mama ass coming out of Starbucks I guess I'm some kind of leader 'cause I just start stuff I can tell she wanna fuck 'cause she heart stuff I know where they hooping at, bro, let's make the park jump Gun big as hell in the trunk, it look like it beatbox Fuck around, get to blowing and give you a tank top Down his block with the flames out make the street hot The bitch wanna feed me and fuck me, that's my weak spot [Outro] Bitch The Art of Spice Talk Part 2, nigga You know what the fucking going on KrispyLife Ain't nobody talking spicy like this Them niggas gotta keep up I can't be fucked with, nigga RIP G (Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat) (What up, Danny?)