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If looks could kill

Baby, I'm the fashion demon

Ridin' down Candler Road and I'm speedin'

I got hella h**s tryna f**k me and my bros (my bros)

I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road (on the road)

I get hella green, yeah, I get hella 'chos (hella 'chos)

These niggas green as f**k, I'm 'bout to get over (get over)

No, b**h, I'm not greenin' out, you can not get over (can't get over)

I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova (Dellavedova)

Don't shop at Dover's, don't shop at Nieman's (nah, nah)

Don't commit treason (nah)

Everything I do is for a reason

Everything I do is so strategic (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 evening

She act cool but I know she evil, so deceiving (so deceiving)

If looks could kill that makes every day Halloween, man (it's Halloween)

I get bitches, I don't need no wingman (no wingman)

I get riches, I don't sell no weed, man (not right now)

I smoke dope by the pound, yeah, for real, huh

I'm on the top of the mountain, king of the hill, uh (we top floor)

I don't like no Swisher, I like Grabba Leaf, lil' n**a (grabba, grabba, grabba)

Real deal c**e sipper, walk 'round with a purple liver, huh

I'm a fashion killer, I'm shit popper, babe (shit popper, popper)

I'm a real big baller but won't let no lil' b**h play with me

I'm a p**y killer after I hit it, might let her lay with me

She a fashion killer, check out how she walkin'

Yeah, look, she slayin' it

My boy got a trigger finger

He ready to pull it, so please don't play with him

I smoke 'til my lungs black, lil' bitc

I take that lil' blunt and I face that shit (face it)

I look at my demons and face 'em (face 'em)

Take the Chrome Heart Timbs and I lace 'em

I'm walkin' through Hell

I got an FN loaded up with a laser

My b**h rockin' Chanel, I put on Balenciaga for all of my haters

I gotta go, b**h, I'll see you later (go)

I'm the Dark Lord, real soul taker

I'm the Top Floor Boss, a lil' player (boss)

I put on big pants, real deal raver (real raver)

(Rave, raver)

Baby, I'm the fashion demon

Ridin' down Candler Road and I'm speedin' (speedin')

I got hella h**s tryna f**k me and my bros (my bros)

I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road (on the road)

I get hella green, yeah, I get hella 'chos (hella 'chos)

These niggas green as f**k, I'm 'bout to get over (get over)

No, b**h, I'm not greenin' out, you can not get over (can't get over)

I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova (Dellavedova)

Don't shop at Dover's, don't shop at Nieman's (nah, nah)

Don't commit treason (nah)

Everything I do is for a reason

Everything I do is so strategic (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 evening (yeah)

She act cool but I know she evil, so deceiving (so deceiving)

If looks could kill that makes every day Halloween, man (it's Halloween)

(Ayy, Clayco, cook that m**r up)