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[intro]
f+ck fashionist
f+ck fashionist

[chorus: fashionist]
trackhawk jeep, you gettin’ left
i’m with truce, we in your city, pull up, get stabbed in your chest
i drop thirty on your head, then i drop sixty on your neck
she want sixty for her nails and i want ninety for that check
five stripes on me like adidas, i pull up like i’m a ref
n+ggas always on that hating sh+t, like, i got nothin’ to stress
i was ridin’ ’round that corner, i was swerved off of that x

[post+chorus: fashionist]
i count checks up, checks up, checks up
you got no motherf+ckin’ friends
you got no motherf+ckin’ friends

[chorus: fashionist]
trackhawk jeep— trackhawk jeep, you gettin’ left— gettin’ left
i’m with truce, we in your city, pull up, get stabbed in your chest
i drop thirty on your head, then i drop sixty on your neck
she want sixty for her nails and i want ninety for that check
five stripes on me like adidas, i pull up like i’m a ref
n+ggas always on that hating sh+t, like, i got nothin’ to stress
i was ridin’ ’round that corner, i was swerved off of that x
[post+chorus: fashionist]
i count checks up, checks up, checks up
you got no motherf+ckin’ friends
i count checks up, checks up, checks up
you got no motherf+ckin’ friends
i count checks up, checks up, checks up
you got no motherf+ckin’ friends

[verse: ways]
i got, i got checks up, checks up, b+tch, i’m ridin’ in that benz
she wan’, she wan’ suck my d+ck and then i pass her to my friend
they don’t, they don’t peep the vision ’til they see through different lens
i said, i said f+ck my ex b+tch ’cause my new b+tch is a ten
i+i— i put the racks on her
i’m turnin’ that b+tch to a packrunner
i+i— i ain’t know that boy did track
’cause the choppa turn him to a fast runner
i+i f+ckin’ bleed black, i’m #ng ’til i’m six feet under
i’m with f+ckin’ fn, keep the f&n, better reach cover

[chorus: fashionist]
trackhawk jeep, you gettin’ left
i’m with truce, we in your city, pull up, get stabbed in your chest
i drop thirty on your head, then i drop sixty on your neck
she want sixty for her nails and i want ninety for that check
five stripes on me like adidas, i pull up like i’m a ref



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