Lovin My Fashion! - Autumn!

Yeah, she loving my fashion

With Sosa, that’s my crip

Nigga gon' get shit cracking

Toolie on my hip, I’ma get to blasting

Fucking on yo bitch then you know I’m passing

Smoking good gas, yeah, my blunts is massive

With my dawg, with my mastiff

New .40, it’ll turn you to ashes

You run up on me, get your ass kicked

This .223 make niggas backflip

I ain’t got shit for you so stop asking

Sipping on this Wock' till my heart stop

Kick this ho out the ride if she ain’t giving top

Nigga really want smoke, he can really get popped

Yeah, I heard he a jugg, finna tell him come shop

Designer on me, my jeans Number (N)ine

And I keep the pistol, yeah, I keep a.9, yuh

And she might be a ten, but she can’t get a dime

Ain’t sipping on no Gin, my cup full of slime

This nigga think he gang, he think he my slime

If I wanna fuck, she gon give me access

If y’all want some smoke, then give me yo address

I don’t do the beef, nigga, I shoot the address

She came out with me, got this nigga upset

I don’t give a fuck, hope that boy stay stressed

She lift that ass up just like a bench press

Yeah, she loving my fashion

With Sosa that’s my crip

He gon' get shit cracking

Toolie on my hip, I’ma get to blasting

Fucking on yo bitch then you know I’m passing

Smoking good gas, yeah, my blunts is massive

With my dawg, with my mastiff

New .40, it’ll turn you to ashes

You run up on me, get your ass kicked

This .223 make niggas backflip

I ain’t got shit for you so stop asking

Pull up in a Lex, yeah, that bitch all black

Watanabe, bet you ain’t know that

The Smith in my jeans, ain’t gotta show that

Glock with a beam, Summrs gon' blow that

Just me and KB smoking that good pack

Jugging niggas, no, you can’t get your shit back

Pop me a Xan, fuck the pain, I don’t feel that