[Lyric] Fashion Show (Destroy Lonely)

[Intro]

(I'm in this bitch with Clayco)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm high as fuck nigga!
Yeah, yeah
And I don't give a fuck nigga!
Yeah, ok

[Chorus]
If she call, won't call her back
Yeah, I spent racks all on this fashion shit
Lil bitch, I'm fly just like a fashion show
I seen a lot of shit, and classy hoes
And I done spent a lot and made it back
It come and disappear, just like it's magic
I'm different, I just make shit happen
I hate bitch niggas, 'cause they always cappin'

[Verse 1]
Damn, they say "Lonely always rapping"
No, bitch, I'm always making paper
Yeah, I always make her wait
Yeah, but no, I'm never doing favors
No I don't got time for a fucking hater
Yes, I'm going up, just like elevator
Got your bitch goin' down on me, еscalator
And these niggas they spyin' on mе, need a laser
Tell my mans [?] I won't play 'em
I bet we knock 'em out, just like KO
I got a big amount of green, like kale
And I'm so high in the sky, can't do layover
I'm sippin' straight drop, no, this not punch
When I'm with the slimeball, watch for the gun
Yes, we gon' up that shit, ain't no way that we runnin'
They say "Aim for the stars", but I conquered the sun
[Chorus]
If she call, won't call her back
Yeah, I spent racks all on this fashion shit
Lil bitch, I'm fly just like a fashion show
I seen a lot of shit, and classy hoes
And I done spent a lot and made it back
It come and disappear, just like it's magic
I'm different, I just make shit happen
I hate bitch niggas, 'cause they always cappin'

[Verse 2]
Yeah, nah, forreal nigga
I can't lie, man I gotta be real witcha'
Man, this life that I live, make me feel different
Yeah, come to the spot, just drive up the hill nigga
Yeah, and my pockets got bigger
They hate me, she say I'm a nonchalant nigga
No, this not Bathing Ape, man, this Maison Margiela
Yes, I'm with your bitch, and she gon' do whatever
Yes, I walk in the bank and I flirt with the tellers
She bring out big amounts, yeah, whatever I tell her
I'm having hella thousands, like motherfucking Ellen
Just like I'm from the DMV, these nigga Weiland
And my boy say "Carry your weapon"
This not a tuck, this shit could get deadly
You run up wrong, we might send you to Heaven
Yeah, this Chrome Hearts, chrome .38 Special
[Chorus]
If she call, won't call her back
Yeah, I spent racks all on this fashion shit
Lil bitch, I'm fly just like a fashion show
I seen a lot of shit, and classy hoes
And I done spent a lot and made it back
It come and disappear, just like it's magic
I'm different, I just make shit happen
I hate bitch niggas, 'cause they always cappin'