Loving My Fashion! Autumn!

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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