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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Ross
Thomas Ross
Songwriter
Corey Kerr
Corey Kerr
Songwriter
Carter Bryson
Carter Bryson
Songwriter
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clayco
Clayco
Producer
Ssor.t
Ssor.t
Producer
Carter
Carter
Producer
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Mixing Engineer
Bill Jabr
Bill Jabr
Mastering Engineer
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
If looks could kill, baby, I'm the fashion demon
Ridin' down Candler Road and I'm speedin'
I got hella hoes tryna fuck me and my bros
I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road
I get hella green and I get hella chose
These **** green as fuck, I'm 'bout to get over
No bitch, I'm not green at all, you can not get over
I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova
Don't shop at Dover's
Don't shop at Neiman's
Don't commit treason, everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic
Baby, please don't leave me, I don't need you
And I know that you don't need me
I done got the flyest, I'm on a date with the moon this evenin'
She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceivin'
If looks could kill, that makes everyday Halloween
[Verse 1]
I get bitches, I don't need no wingman
I get richer, I don't sell no weed, man
I smoke dope by the pound, yeah, for real
I'm on the top of the mountain, king of the hill
I don't like no Swisher, I like Grabba Leaf, lil' ****
Real deal codeine sipper, walk 'round with a purple liver
I'm a fashion killer, I'm the shit, pop a band
I'm a real big baller, but won't let no lil' bitch play with me
I'm a pussy killer, after I hit it, might let her lay with me
She a fashion killer, check out how she walk in, yo, look she slayin' it
My boy got a trigger finger, he ready to pull it, so please don't play with him
I smoke till my lungs black, lil' bitch I take her lil' blunt and face that shit
[Verse 2]
I look at my demons and face 'em
Take the Chrome Hearts Timbs and I lace 'em
I'm walkin' through hell, I got a FN loaded up with a laser
My bitch rockin' Chanel, I put on Balenciaga for all of my haters
I gotta go bitch, I'll see ya later
I'm the dark lord, real soul taker
I'm the top floor boss and lil' player
I put on big pants, real deal raver
[Chorus]
Baby, I'm the fashion demon
Ridin' down Candler Road and I'm speedin'
I got hella hoes tryna fuck me and my bros
I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road
I get hella green and I get hella chose
These **** green as fuck, I'm 'bout to get over
No bitch, I'm not green at all, you can not get over
I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova
Don't shop at Dover's
Don't shop at Neiman's
Don't commit treason, everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic
Baby, please don't leave me, I don't need you
And I know that you don't need me
I done got the flyest, I'm on a date with the moon this evenin'
She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceivin'
If looks could kill, that makes everyday Halloween
Written by: Bobby Sandmanie, Carter Bryson, Corey Kerr, Thomas Ross
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