Killing Fashion lyrics

[Intro]
Every Glock, no lackin'
Flatback every Glock, no lackin'
I go big-boy glizzy in Dallas (Four3va)
Uh, I go big-boy glizzy, yeah
Yeah, huh
I go big-boy glizzy in Dallas
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, huh)

[Chorus]
Pop out big-boy Glock in Dallas (Bah)
This a flatback, n*gga, don't think I'm lackin' (The f*ck?)
n*ggas tend to fold when sh*t get ratchet, don't panic, I'm pistol packin' (He got it)
Jay Man got the box, I'm incognito, they don't even know I had it (Brrt)
Not with the layin' on sh*t, catch me with a ho, nine times out of ten, I cracked it (Yeah, I f*cked her)
n*ggas be talkin' 'bout shows, the lil' sh*t cute, but where the f*ck is the backend? (Where it's at?)
If the b*tch say she know bro and the ho broke, she lyin', wе a money faction (We up that sh*t)
The shеlls spread far like a James Bond clip, n*gga, I ain't actin'
Let lil' twin work the switch, got rich, now I be killin' fashion (Yeah, gang)

[Verse]
Stay on your best behavior, I hit your city, you gotta know I go fully
Better watch what you say, every dog get his day, we knock sh*t off, no bully (No cap)
I bought everything I want for every time one of these n*ggas had said I couldn't (Yeah)
Peon droppin' salt, must sat wrong on his pus*y, he need a tissue (pus*y)
This the type of sh*t make the vibes get up, get lit, come on, baby, let's do it (Yeah, huh)
Bad sh*t shakin' ass, go find somethin' to grab, ho, this that stepper music (Yeah, huh)
This ho say I'm mean, act like an ass, but that's just how TKey do it
Peter pimpin', you can f*ck or go, I ain't with nothin' that's confusin'
[Chorus]
Pop out big-boy Glock in Dallas
This a flatback, n*gga, don't think I'm lackin'
n*ggas tend to fold when sh*t get ratchet, don't panic, I'm pistol packin'
Jay Man got the box, I'm incognito, they don't even know I had it
Not with the layin' on sh*t, catch me with a ho, nine times out of ten, I cracked it
n*ggas be talkin' 'bout shows, the lil' sh*t cute, but where the f*ck is the backend?
If the b*tch say she know bro and the ho broke, she lyin', we a money faction
The shells spread far like a James Bond clip, n*gga, I ain't actin'
Let lil' twin work the switch, got rich, now I be killin' fashion