Fashion - Dylan St. John

Im rockin' new school fuck all your designer shit

Control Sector blessed me with the flyest shit

Brand new denims yea I know you peeped the thread game

Shawti give me brain til' my motherfuckin' head aches (ohh,)

I’d be lying if I said this ain’t my time

Defiant im a lion i defend my pride

And shout my tribe

BBE I represent

You can stay up in your feelings while I get these Benjamins whoa,)

I don’t chase hoes over money thats not how it goes

Rep for my hometown im talking 10 514 (914)

Caff hit me up he said that he got work on the low

Burner be jumping its time that I get on a roll

Used to bag work and then hit up the one way to flip shit

Now we just work in the studio making these mixes

Gotta rep for the 9 I ain’t talking that 6 shit

Im smoking on purple and drinking thats pink shit

Yea, yea, yea

Smoking on sour diez

Planting these money seeds

Making these p.o.v.'s

NDA at the door

Homie thats major key

Bitches all want the clout

Thats why they fuck with me

Hook

Written by Dylan St. John

Performed by Dylan St. John & TWO32

«Always knew we’d live like this

Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist

Smoking on the crib like it’s a whip

You can’t block my shine I’m way too…»

Verse Written & Performed by (TWO32):

Bitch im too lit in this motherfucker

If a ***** get it started

Then he get hit in this motherfucker

I don’t give a fuck about another

Tell that ***** get it poppin'

Ain’t shit thats really stoppin'

If he run up he get done up

I fuck his bitch til the sun up

I ain’t really bout the nonsense

Thought I told you ass before

Know I keep it on the low

Ain’t nobody cracking 4's

Rather pour up 4

Better come close

Yeah, aye

I cannot fuck with these ******

I hit the run on these ******

I got one up on these *******

And 1 on these *******

Can’t fuck none my bitches

Red rum all these ******

Get up with my digits

HOOK 2

Written by Dylan St. John

Performed by Dylan St. John & TWO32

«Always knew we’d live like this

Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist

Smoking on the crib like it’s a whip

You can’t block my shine I’m way too…»