Loving My Fashion! lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, she loving my fashion
With Sosa, that's my crip
n*gga gon' get sh*t cracking
Toolie on my hip, I'ma get to blasting
f*cking on yo b*tch then you know I'm passing
Smoking good gas, yeah, my blunts is massive
With my dawg, with my mastiff
New .40, it'll turn you to ashes
You run up on me, get your ass kicked
This .223 make n*ggas backflip
I ain't got sh*t for you so stop asking

[Verse 1]
Sipping on this Wock' till my heart stop
Kick this ho out the ride if she ain't giving top
n*gga really want smoke, he can really get popped
Yeah, I heard he a jugg, finna tell him come shop
Designer on me, my jeans Number (N)ine
And I keep the pistol, yeah, I keep a .9, yuh
And she might be a ten, but she can't get a dime
Ain't sipping on no Gin, my cup full of slime
This n*gga think he gang, he think he my slime
If I wanna f*ck, she gon give me access
If y'all want some smoke, then give me yo address
I don't do the beef, n*gga, I shoot the address
She came out with me, got this n*gga upset
I don't give a f*ck, hope that boy stay stressed
She lift that ass up just like a bench press
[Chorus]
Yeah, she loving my fashion
With Sosa that's my crip
He gon' get sh*t cracking
Toolie on my hip, I'ma get to blasting
f*cking on yo b*tch then you know I'm passing
Smoking good gas, yeah, my blunts is massive
With my dawg, with my mastiff
New .40, it'll turn you to ashes
You run up on me, get your ass kicked
This .223 make n*ggas backflip
I ain't got sh*t for you so stop asking

[Verse 2]
Pull up in a Lex, yeah, that b*tch all black
Watanabe, bet you ain't know that
The Smith in my jeans, ain't gotta show that
Glock with a beam, Summrs gon' blow that
Just me and KB smoking that good pack
Jugging n*ggas, no, you can't get your sh*t back
Pop me a Xan, f*ck the pain, I don't feel that