À La Mode

Lyrics

Verse 1 (DAX): ...(savage, savage) Bad bitch from Texas like Alamo Brought the new fashion, I'm � lamode,you Best not forgetit like Alamo Shawty's too boujie whenby the boat Dressing's for flexing like talent shows, got the Best first impressions, so have a go, double Cup with effects and it's a half a do-o-ose Need not a stylist, I can alone New Billie Eilishes with the clothes New pretty eyelashes that arose (She got) 'gelas, she got 'agas, pobre diabla in her Prada, yo lo Hago como nada, yo me tiro, no granada, she just Pulled up with all black on black on black, Nier Automata Yo' girl on me, pa' que para? Know it's DJ DAX dondada (Only) came with drip 'cause I gotta Blastoise on the boy, got the big drip, Off-White Looking off, you can't tell the difference, come up to my Niggas wrong, you can get your wig split, you niggas Sipping on tripping on dick dick, every single Thread I got looking like some lit shit, you just get the Dotdot - ellipsis, this ain't even Drop drop, you don't know what this is, you illumi Not, � la mode with my bitches Chorus: //// I got drip, on and off - all in all //// I got drip - tell me you see it Got a new pair, I had to re-up, she look like a Doll, I had to ball, I got Drip, on and off - all in all Verse 2 (DAX): (These-these) bitches better know I'm handsome, all white err' Thang, man, I caught a phantom, ki-ki-killing this Clothes shit, not doing ransoms, finna' fuck the fashion Over, these threads from the sanctum (but you look good as hell) Fashion over function at the function functions for me Bet your top looks different when I toss it in the morning Closet with the options, coffin drip, memento mori Verse 3 (LAX): If you ain't talkin' 'bout the money, we tell different stories Walk out in the latest item, so fly, I am soaring Louis V pajamas, I cause drama when I'm snoring Yo' girl was a fan at first but now she is adoring Now she wanna smash and I ain't talkin' 'bout For Glory Seen a pic up on my gram, all pink fit, I look like Ham Bought Chanel to flex and niggas started telling me "yes, ma'am" With the shit I'm drippin' in, you'd think that I was runnin' scams With the shit I'm drippin' in, I'm keepin' guap inside my hands Want a look in my closet, you'd need a tour I'm too cold, but dress like it's warm Say that I can't dress, this ain't my final form Walk out the house in somethin' never worn before Chorus: //// I got drip, on and off - all in all //// I got drip - tell me you see it Got a new pair, I had to re-up, she look like a Doll, I had to ball, I got Drip, on and off - all in all Outro (DAX): I guess you're in those sports shorts 'cause you're down to catch it Uh - my way with fabrics... you love this magic Built this habit, no time in my hands, I put it all on my wrist Need no stylist, with this I'm in touch, no stylus, know what style is