Fashion Week (feat. AJ Tracey & MoStack)

Steel Banglez

The Elements

Shit (Shit)

Look

She smell like Yves Saint Laurent

My garms are from Italy, I feel like the don

Paris Fashion Week, I'm watching Louis Vuitton

Saw her favourite rapper, listen, now she feeling my song

But everything she do is for the media

I might duck for your bredrin, I don't need ya

Her exes always tryna follow, I'mma lead ya

Her body tight, she looking hot like a fever

Got me looking eager

I only trust girls on days that don't end with a Y

Don't ask why, you can never see trust

Catch up, you could never keep up

Wrist froze if I ever freeze up

You know, I say we flex and we sex who we like, like

You know she love money, man, it's like you turned blind eye

Oh, five bags, that's a bad night

Oh, we getting money, now she like, like

Fucked her with the blindfold, she ugly like me

She no say nothin', she just thought I was a freak

You can get a cracking when I see you on the streets

No lackin', ****, you don't want beef

You know that they do this for real, mama

You know that they catch and they kill, mama

You know that I'm feeling your style, mama

You know you got it locked for the whole summer

She smell like Yves Saint Laurent

My garms are from Italy, I feel like the don

Paris Fashion Week, I'm watching Louis Vuitton

Saw her favourite rapper, listen, now she feeling my song

But everything she do is for the media

I might duck you for your bredrin', I don't need ya

Her exes always tryna follow, I'mma lead ya

Her body tight, she looking hot like a fever

Got me looking eager

Remy in my cup, got me seeing every peng ting twice

Now I'm feeling nice, no mixer, just ice

She said I'm too cold, baby, that's the ice

Free my **** that are scrubs, doing deals for the rice

You're taking pics but will you back the beef?

I'm a VIP, for real, with these stacks on me

Trynna beef with who I love, that's a catastrophe

'Cause we all came up from the mud like its Glastonbury

Fendi on my belt, match my pretty brown miss

And my Henny's super rare, that's some expensive brown piss

She said she wants tequila but I ain't about this

I don't really drink Patrone when I ain't around miss

And I hate makeup, that's a choice though

Rest assured, you can't get up in this Royce though

I'm up on all of my opps as far as points go

'Cause no one's copping what we're copping with this coin flow

She smell like Yves Saint Laurent

My garms were from Italy, I feel like the don

Paris Fashion Week, I'm watching Louis Vuitton

Saw her favourite rapper, listen, now she feeling my song

Everything she do is for the media

I might duck you for your bredrin', I don't need ya

Her exes always tryna follow, I'mma lead ya

Her body tight, she looking hot like a fever

Got me looking eager

Eh, uh-uh

Money get her like oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

She smell like Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent)

My garms are from Italy, I feel like the don (I feel like the don)

Paris Fashion Week, I'm watching Louis Vuitton (Louis Vuitton)

Saw her favourite rapper, listen, now she feeling my song (She feelin')

But everything she do is for the media (For the media)

I might duck you for your bredrin', I don't need ya (I don't need ya)

Her exes always tryna follow, I'mma lead ya (I'mma lead ya)

Her body tight, she looking hot like a fever

Got me looking eager

Steel Banglez

The Elements