"Killing Fashion" lyrics
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)
Pop out big-boy Glock in Dallas (Bah)
This a flatback, nigga, don't think I'm lackin' (The fuck?)
Niggas tend to fold when shit 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 shit, catch me with a ho, nine times out of ten, I cracked it (Yeah, I fucked her)
Niggas be talkin' 'bout shows, the lil' shit cute, but where the fuck is the backend? (Where it's at?)
If the bitch say she know bro and the ho broke, she lyin', we a money faction (We up that shit)
The shells spread far like a James Bond clip, nigga, I ain't actin'
Let lil' twin work the switch, got rich, now I be killin' fashion (Yeah, gang)
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 shit off, no bully (No cap)
I bought everything I want for every time one of these niggas had said I couldn't (Yeah)
Peon droppin' salt, must sat wrong on his pussy, he need a tissue (Pussy)
This the type of shit make the vibes get up, get lit, come on, baby, let's do it (Yeah, huh)
Bad shit 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 fuck or go, I ain't with nothin' that's confusin'
Pop out big-boy Glock in Dallas
This a flatback, nigga, don't think I'm lackin'
Niggas tend to fold when shit 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 shit, catch me with a ho, nine times out of ten, I cracked it
Niggas be talkin' 'bout shows, the lil' shit cute, but where the fuck is the backend?
If the bitch say she know bro and the ho broke, she lyin', we a money faction
The shells spread far like a James Bond clip, nigga, I ain't actin'
Let lil' twin work the switch, got rich, now I be killin' fashion
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)
Pop out big-boy Glock in Dallas (Bah)
This a flatback, nigga, don't think I'm lackin' (The fuck?)
Niggas tend to fold when shit 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 shit, catch me with a ho, nine times out of ten, I cracked it (Yeah, I fucked her)
Niggas be talkin' 'bout shows, the lil' shit cute, but where the fuck is the backend? (Where it's at?)
If the bitch say she know bro and the ho broke, she lyin', we a money faction (We up that shit)
The shells spread far like a James Bond clip, nigga, I ain't actin'
Let lil' twin work the switch, got rich, now I be killin' fashion (Yeah, gang)
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 shit off, no bully (No cap)
I bought everything I want for every time one of these niggas had said I couldn't (Yeah)
Peon droppin' salt, must sat wrong on his pussy, he need a tissue (Pussy)
This the type of shit make the vibes get up, get lit, come on, baby, let's do it (Yeah, huh)
Bad shit 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 fuck or go, I ain't with nothin' that's confusin'
Pop out big-boy Glock in Dallas
This a flatback, nigga, don't think I'm lackin'
Niggas tend to fold when shit 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 shit, catch me with a ho, nine times out of ten, I cracked it
Niggas be talkin' 'bout shows, the lil' shit cute, but where the fuck is the backend?
If the bitch say she know bro and the ho broke, she lyin', we a money faction
The shells spread far like a James Bond clip, nigga, I ain't actin'
Let lil' twin work the switch, got rich, now I be killin' fashion
