Fashion Killa

Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga
Uh, I said
Rocking, rolling
Swagging to the max
My bitch a fashion killer, she be busy poppin' tags
She got a lot of Prada
That Dolce and Gabbana
I can't forget Escada
And that Balenciaga
I'm sippin' purple syrup
Come be my Aunt Jemima
And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana
Her attitude Rihanna
She get it from her mama
She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana
'Cause everything designer
Her jeans is Helmut Lang
Shoes is Alexander Wang and her shirt the newest Donna
Karan
Wearin' all the Cartier frames
Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona
Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said I see your Jil Sanders, Oliver Peoples
Costume National, your Ann Demeuelemeester
See Visvim be the sneaker
Lanvin or Balmain
Goyard by the trunk
Her Isabel Marant
I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior
Your Damir Doma
Vena Cava from the store
I crush down with that top down
Bossy see how I ride 'round
Mami in that Tom Ford
Papi in that Thom Browne
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy, she got it by the stock
She ball until she fall, that means she shop until she drop
And Versace, got a lot
But she may never wear it
But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents and…
Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga
Scoop back tees
Breeze in coupe
Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together
Bags and links
Jeans and shoes
Spikes and patent leathers, different fabrics mixed together
You and me
Me and you
Go away together, we could get away forever
All emotions clashing, thrashing, someone turn the light out
I met my baby expressed my passion on my fashion night out
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said her pistol go...