Fashion Show lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh sh*t, 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 b*tch 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 sh*t and I ain't add the blues
Beat yo ass in yo VIP, f*ck 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 sh*t 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
f*ck features, b*tch, I ain't no collaborator
Every time I drop a bar I could buy half a acre
f*ck that, buy a farm and be a cattle raiser
b*tch pus*y 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
b*tch 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 n*gga down, this a fashion show
Every room in my crib got a patio
I'm a active gang member, b*tch, 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 n*gga crib, he gon' need Aflac
Ain't no squashing sh*t, 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, f*ck 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 f*ck '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
f*ck around, get to blowing and give you a tank top
Down his block with the flames out make the street hot
The b*tch wanna feed me and f*ck me, that's my weak spot
[Outro]
b*tch
The Art of Spice Talk Part 2, n*gga
You know what the f*cking going on
KrispyLife
Ain't nobody talking spicy like this
Them n*ggas gotta keep up
I can't be f*cked with, n*gga
RIP G
(Ooh sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
(What up, Danny?)