Fashion Show

[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?)