Fashion Killa

[Intro: NoCap]
Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: NoCap]
Fashion killer, take me one night in designer
Ayy, my opps rap too, I get my shooters to go and sign 'em
Ayy, a nigga just lit for real, don't tell me that I'm famous
Ayy, I flew the bitch to the crib, she didn't even speak my language
Ayy, I got a little harder and my nuts got bigger
I'm ballin' like I'm Harden on you soft-ass niggas
My nigga drank sales like he MJ, Thriller
The rapper gotta step 'cause we took out his hitters

[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I drop a lil' ticket, they popped they nigga
Better play with your kids, I am not that nigga (Uh, huh)
My youngin hit where his top at
We GTA livin', somebody get shot at
I bet somebody get skrilled (Du-du-du)
We ride with them sticks in the whip (Du-du)
I hang out the window and hit (Hit)
Ain't dissin', I'm sendin' a blitz (Sendin' a blitz)
Won't mention, I give him a shirt
He play and we put his dick in the dirt
Bet he lay and somebody feelings get hurt (Uh)
I live what I say in a verse (Uh)

[Verse 3: NoCap]
Ayy, I was dead broke, I was hurtin', so I put my pockets on surgery
Ran it up fast like cheetah, remember it used to come turtle speed
They with me, they slidin' like Major League
I'm still in the streets, ain't no savin' me
It get hard to just stick to the strategy
They shoot but them niggas ain't baggin' me
My Ks, they be Russian, I be rushin' to the paper
I left that lil' bitch ugly 'cause I didn't wanna make up
Ayy, first I had wanted to save her
Got my nut off, then my mind changed
'Fore I blowed up, I was hurtin', I guess you can call it propane

[Verse 4: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We smokin' opps out the whole thang
She a thot, I can't tell her my whole name (Thot, thot)
Give me top, I make her suck the whole thang (Come here)
Hit they block, we try knock off the whole gang
My lil' nigga want bodies, he insane (Uh)
I pay for the homi', he get ate (Ate)
Uh, we drop 'em off and then skip states (Yeah)
Got the streets in a lock an inmate (I swear)

[Verse 5: NoCap]
I drop a bag on your cheap ass, smack in his sleep with a ski mask
They countin' me out, I need that, I cry to the bank, I don't laugh
Pass the ho to my nigga like Steve Nash
Ayy, whole gang hustle like Tip
You don't understand how I live
Believe when I tell you it's real, yeah, yeah
I was standin' on them raindrops, loaded off Roxies
I smoke a P on a master, these niggas ain't 'bout it
Really, you niggas just nobodies
None of yo' niggas got no bodies, we drill everything and go quiet

[Verse 6: Stunna 4 Vegas]
None of my opps be outside (Where you at?)
We tryna hit everythin' when we go slide (Boom, boom)
This four times sixteen (4X), pop a opp, he get dropped like a sixteen (Uh)
Mama tell me I'm movin' too risky (Okay)
Leave him smelly if he movin' fishy (What else?)
My killer get in his zone like two, three (Uh)
Drop back with that nine like Drew Brees (Uh)
We left his friend dead, he Uzi (Gang)
Before the fame, these bitches was choosy (Go time)
In investigation, I'm clueless
The folks would've thought I was stupid (Thought I was stupid)
She heart-broke, no Ruth Chris (Thot)
She gave me more brain than a student (Uh)
I make 'em take tips like a tutor (Uh-huh)
Gun clip longer than a ruler (Fah, fah)
I learnt to finesse in Scooter (Jugg), I ain't playin' chess, we'll do ya
I'm a Great Dane, he a poodle (Bitch)
These niggas be shrimps in a shark tank (Uh)
We stained him, gave his mama a heart ache
I used to be broke, I get money on off days (Cash)
Now I hit a ho and we part ways
We beat down his block like a earthquake
Nowadays, I'm one gang and maintain
And free all the bros out the chain gang