Fashion

You know fashion is my shit They put me they put you you know who they with Couple racks on the fit You know i'm lit 3000 dollars on the jacket Givenchy drip and a Gucci wallet Yeah I'm the big dog in the house Ballin' out on the block F*ck with me you know i got a glock (Pop Pop) Last time a hater came at me got dropped Last time a bitch played me got blocked Last time a pussy talked shit got knocked Now i be making the racks non stop I'm making bread bitch They call me KD remember that You know I only speak facts Bitches on my dick like snacks Can I get a witness please watch me get high Watch me fly high in the sky High like i'm on the top Money I got a lot I be thinking with my brain not my cock In my zone my flow cold like stone People ask what i do i rather keep it unknown yeah I keep everything to myself I put the baddest bitch on the shelve If I don't trust my look i trust my wealth You know fashion is my shit They put me they put you you know who they with Couple racks on the fit You know i'm lit 3000 dollars on the jacket Givenchy drip and a Gucci wallet Yeah I'm the big dog in the house Ballin' out on the block F*ck with me you know i got a glock (Pop Pop) Last time a hater came at me got dropped Last time a bitch played me got blocked Last time a pussy talked shit got knocked Now i be making the racks non stop I'm making bread bitch I designered all the my threads and now my wrist is bussing She text I leave the bitch on read, that's end of discussion We leave these Pussy niggas head aching no Robitussin Look at my chain it's solid gold while your necklace rusty F*ck a bitch I'm a solo nigga Ride my wave But don't dive up in it Swallow my kids That's my babysitter I'm the bed got your girl singing like Beyoncé Steady cash coming in, yeah you know I'm extra paid Leave the lames in the dust, skrt off in a fucking wraith I got a ounce up in the backwood bag, yeah let's roll a j All my diamonds on my water, make you drown like a lake Don't got time for it I'm on my grind not Imma dime while you're looking like a five boy Feel like curry shooting from the 3 point line boy Cross him over then I shoot it from behind boy Flip a bitch like a nickel and it's landing on heads Eyes read like a demon rolling off the meds I can't tell if he a homie or the feds Cause these niggas always snitching Hella plotting on the bread Moving like up down left right Feeling like I got the codes up in GTA Spend the money like I won the fuckin lottery today Feel like Giannis with my buck and catch a body in the paint Yeah Catch a body in the paint Catch a body in the paint All my diamonds on me hella fuckin' water like a lake Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah