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, 'cus they always cappin'

[Verse 1]
Damn, they say "Lonely always rappin"
No, bitch, I'm always makin’ paper (paper)
Yeah, I always make her wait
Yeah, but no, I'm never doing favors (favors)
No I don't got time for a fuckin’ hater (hater)
Yes, I'm going up, just like elevator (еlevator)
Got your bitch goin' down on me, escalator (low kеy)
And these niggas they spyin' on me, need a laser (laser)
Tell my mans [?] I won't play him (I won't play him)
I bet we knock 'em out, just like K.O. (K.O.)
I got a big amount of green, like kale (kale, kale!)
And I'm so high in the sky, can't do layovers (layovers, yea!)
I'm sippin' straight drop, no, this not punch (punch, yea!)
When I'm with this slimeball, watch for the gun (gun, watch for the gun)
Yes, we gon' up that shit, ain't no way that we runnin' (runnin', ain't no way that we runnin')
They say "aim for the stars" and I conquered the sun (sun, yeah, I conquered the sun)