"Fashion Figure" lyrics
Woah, man
You know who in this 'Wood, man
With a three-five inside, yeah
Squid, PCF shit
Get with it
(Rock that shit the fuck out, Hari)
Nobody gon' get between you, gotta go out, grab it yourself, get rich 'fore death
Collect it, stretch it, flip it, mend it, stay out the street, they so grotesque
Give her a Plan B 'fore a plan A work, I'm constantly dodgin' the stress
Look in her eyes, see what that brain be 'bout, I ain't impressed with no breasts
I told grandma, "Chill, we rich," she want it, she can get it, ain't no more stressing
Me and Rock spent out our shoebox money 'cause I ain't even have the checklist
Every month, my bag get bigger, invest some, stack some, ain't no stretching
God made me a fashion figure, I don't never count my blessings
Coco bread inside my pocket, get chopped cheese inside a deli
Life got hard for Key, sometimes, it's hard for me to believe I'm a felon
Tony and that Gen4 perfect together like peanut butter and jelly
Turned a crab cake seasick with this pape', I guess I'm way too selfish
Remember them bitches laughed, I told 'em I was gon' do it, I got 'em shitty
I know every nigga don't like me mad as fuck we run the city
Killin' ain't never enough, I think it's time they spare 'em so they really fear me
I could switch it up, get fly, drop pape' on your head, but I'm good at drilling
Ain't no excuses for niggas to miss, this shit even Steven, you'll see me coming
Niggas be dyin' about this pape', it really be demons on this money
But that's a conversation for another day, just DM me if you want it
Sometimes, I wake up out my sleep, dreamin' 'bout these bodies, remember it was pointless
Nobody gon' get between you, gotta go out, grab it yourself, get rich 'fore death
Collect it, stretch it, flip it, mend it, stay out the street, they so grotesque
Give her a Plan B 'fore a plan A work, I'm constantly dodgin' the stress
Look in her eyes, see what that brain be 'bout, I ain't impressed with no breasts
I told grandma, "Chill, we rich," she want it, she can get it, ain't no more stressing
Me and Rock spent out our shoebox money 'cause I ain't even have the checklist
Every month, my bag get bigger, invest some, stack some, ain't no stretching
God made me a fashion figure, I don't never count my blessings (Not at all)
You know who in this 'Wood, man
With a three-five inside, yeah
Squid, PCF shit
Get with it
(Rock that shit the fuck out, Hari)
Nobody gon' get between you, gotta go out, grab it yourself, get rich 'fore death
Collect it, stretch it, flip it, mend it, stay out the street, they so grotesque
Give her a Plan B 'fore a plan A work, I'm constantly dodgin' the stress
Look in her eyes, see what that brain be 'bout, I ain't impressed with no breasts
I told grandma, "Chill, we rich," she want it, she can get it, ain't no more stressing
Me and Rock spent out our shoebox money 'cause I ain't even have the checklist
Every month, my bag get bigger, invest some, stack some, ain't no stretching
God made me a fashion figure, I don't never count my blessings
Coco bread inside my pocket, get chopped cheese inside a deli
Life got hard for Key, sometimes, it's hard for me to believe I'm a felon
Tony and that Gen4 perfect together like peanut butter and jelly
Turned a crab cake seasick with this pape', I guess I'm way too selfish
Remember them bitches laughed, I told 'em I was gon' do it, I got 'em shitty
I know every nigga don't like me mad as fuck we run the city
Killin' ain't never enough, I think it's time they spare 'em so they really fear me
I could switch it up, get fly, drop pape' on your head, but I'm good at drilling
Ain't no excuses for niggas to miss, this shit even Steven, you'll see me coming
Niggas be dyin' about this pape', it really be demons on this money
But that's a conversation for another day, just DM me if you want it
Sometimes, I wake up out my sleep, dreamin' 'bout these bodies, remember it was pointless
Nobody gon' get between you, gotta go out, grab it yourself, get rich 'fore death
Collect it, stretch it, flip it, mend it, stay out the street, they so grotesque
Give her a Plan B 'fore a plan A work, I'm constantly dodgin' the stress
Look in her eyes, see what that brain be 'bout, I ain't impressed with no breasts
I told grandma, "Chill, we rich," she want it, she can get it, ain't no more stressing
Me and Rock spent out our shoebox money 'cause I ain't even have the checklist
Every month, my bag get bigger, invest some, stack some, ain't no stretching
God made me a fashion figure, I don't never count my blessings (Not at all)
