Fashion Killa

Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop

Doot-doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop

Doot-doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop

Doot-doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop

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 killer and I'm a trendy ****

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 killer, and I'm a jiggy **** (Uh)

I said

Rocking, rolling (Uh, uh)

Swagging to the max

Whoo

My bitch a fashion killer, she be busy poppin' tags

Alright

She got a lot of Prada

Uh

That Dolce and Gabbana

Uh

I can't forget Escada

Uh

And that Balenciaga

Yeah

I'm sippin' purple syrup

Yeah

Come be my Aunt Jemima

Right

And if you is a rider, we go shoppin' like mañana

Right

Her attitude Rihanna

Uh

She get it from her mama

Yeah

She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana

Whoo

'Cause everything designer

Yeah

Her jeans is Helmut Lang

Uh

Shoes is Alexander Wang and her shirt the newest Donna

Karan

Yeah

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 killer and I'm a trendy ****

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 killer and I'm a jiggy ****

I said I see your Jil Sanders

Uh

Oliver Peoples

Yeah

Costume National, your Ann Demeulemeester

Alright

See Visvim be the sneaker

Uh

Lanvin or Balmain

Uh

Goyard by the trunk

Uh

Her Isabel Marant

Alright

I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior

Uh

Your Damir Doma

Uh

Vena Cava from the store

Uh

I crush down with that top down

Yeah

Bossy how I ride 'round

Yeah

Mami in that Tom Ford

Papi in that Thom Browne

Uh

Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy, she got it by the stock

Uh

She ball until she fall, that means she shop until she drop

Uh

And Versace got a lot

Uh

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 killer and I'm a trendy ****

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 killer and I'm a jiggy ****

I said her pistol go

Scoop back tees

Uh

Breeze in coupe

Uh

Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together (Yeah, alright)

Bags and links

Uh

Jeans and shoes

Yeah

Spikes and patent leathers, different fabrics mixed together (Yeah)

Baby, you and me (Uh)

Uh

Me and you

Yeah

Go away together, we could get away forever

Aw

All emotions clashing, thrashing, someone turned the light out (Yeah)

I met my baby, expressed my passion on my fashion night out

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 killer and I'm a trendy ****

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 killer and I'm a jiggy ****

I said her pistol go

I said her pistol go