Fashion

Lyrics

[Intro] (Victim) Yeah, hey, yeah, hey, hey (Blatt) (GloryTee) (Dakota, where are you?) Yeah [Chorus] Uh-huh, uh-huh I'm back in my bag, bitch (Blatt), uh-huh (Woo, woo) Ya new nigga coming in last, bitch (Blatt), huh I walk with a whole lot of cash, bitch, uh-huh Remember the days we ain't have shit, uh-huh Now I'm walking around with a twenty ball, had to tell the lil' ho pipe down I got money to make, can't be on no sad shit, uh-uh (Woo, woo) I think I fell in love with the fashion, uh-huh (Woo, woo), uh-huh (Shit) [Verse] I'm in L.A., I just hit Rodeo, walk down on your bitch, just to take a lil' flick He wanna talk on the net, tell 'em, "Say no more", bitch, I'm gon' walk up on him with the blick And the shit that they talkin' not fazing me, niggas know I'm 'bout as real as it gets Brother walk out thе car, started waving that bitch, it look like he tryna gеt your attention (Yeah) I know that she a ho, I ain't saving that bitch, but I'm still tryna pull on her extensions Yes, I been on the road, now they hate on me (Uh), bitch niggas still showing up in my mentions It's the start of this shit, it's the origin, but I been fucking this lil' ho named Genesis If you look at the stats, I'm a hunnid and O, 'cause I take every L as a lesson (Uh) I'm tryna run this shit up to a hunnid (To a hunnid) Huh, saw bro, then he took off, started running Huh, talk down, we gon' hit bro, where his lung is (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh) First class, made a bad ho, hold my luggage (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh) First class, take a bad ho out the country Got niggas tryna rap now, just because me (Uh, uh-huh) Bitch puttin' on a act, thinkin' he can touch me (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Bitch sucked up on my sack, then I gave her nothing (Uh-huh) Walk in and I'm clutching, mhm (Yeah) All these racks disgusting (Uh-huh) Bitch I really do this (Woo) Yeah, my bitch the coolest Said they fucking with me, nigga, who is? When I click, it's going through his Buick Niggas always claiming they don't fuck with me, when I post they be the first to view it [Chorus] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh I'm back in my bag, bitch (Blatt), uh-huh (Woo) Ya new new nigga coming in last, bitch, huh (Woah) I walk with a whole lot of cash, bitch, uh-huh (Woah) Remember the days we ain't have shit, uh-huh (Woah) Now I'm walking around with a twenty ball, had to tell the lil' ho pipe down I got money to make, can't be on no sad shit, uh-uh (Woo, woo) I think I fell in love with the fashion, uh-huh (Woo, woo), uh-huh [Outro] Woo, woo Woo, woo Woo, woo Yeah, hey, yeah, hey, hey (Blatt)