What's behind the other door? PD Ohh, no more silence Don't kill this thing we got called love Then I need that Raf, then I need Balmain My partner got his pockets broken, when he sell cocaine Man, I need a chain, Supreme and the Palace Just a young nigga that will shoot your favorite stylist (Imitates gun noises) Hey, these girls out here drooling You boys out here look foolish Like what the fuck y'all doing? I don't need no valence (No) Yeah, I know it's childish (Yeah) I'm just a young nigga that will shoot your favorite stylist Cat burglar on the cat walk Pretty, even when my mask on Fucked up stylist in a black arms Shoot your stylists in his backbone In the street, full of backstabbers Fashion niggas be swag jackers Y'alls dressing like backpackers Ask them why they wear their hat backwards Bad rappers, dress as backwards Ask them all who made rap classic Ask them all who made black classic They all credit, like back taxes Half black bitch, mad black whip Who, who, who, yeah bad fashion Zoom, zoom, zoom, fast asshole All booty, just backstabbers Shoot your favorite stylist, I'm a fashion killa (Huh) Shoot your favorite stylist, I'm a fashion killa Fuck your favorite model, I'm a fashion killa Wear your favorite fabrics, I'm not an average nigga (Boss) Shoot your favorite stylist, I'm a fashion killa (Yeah, Florida-Virginia) Niggas look so childish, when I'm on the liquor (I modified this shit forever) Shoot your favorite stylist, I'm a fashion killa (Don't ever forget it) Fuck your favorite model, I'm not your average nigga (Um, might bring Mike James in here, no) I'm like Valentino, yeah man Where's your desert eagle, yeah man Jacket might piss them off, yeah Why you think they call it Sadapico, God damn I'ma uber hoes in your Harlem, Bari Finna catch a body Put a few more hoes in your stupid clothes Take 'em off and pawn them like Distressed tees, jeans for the low My shit is OG, your shit is really old Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, God damn You're in the mall, I'm in the mail right here Dressed up, must have left your wardrobe in your house Nigga, my clothes in the morgue right now Too style, bro style, back Pool party, nose to a rat Left 'Ye, made late nights Made to run the game like that Swear to God, my money longer than a model bitch Hair, Rick Owens (Shoo) Credit card, I'm bout this chopper, drop the Glock You prolly won't see the story up close Blow more, hell yeah Doubling, hell yeah I mean, my whole section 8 Joe, and I ain't getting welfare (Nope) Shoot your favorite stylist, I'm a fashion killa (Huh) Shoot your favorite stylist, I'm a fashion killa Fuck your favorite model, I'm a fashion killa Wear your favorite fabrics, I'm not an average nigga (Boss) Shoot your favorite stylist, I'm a fashion killa (Huh) Niggas look so childish, when I'm on the liquor Shoot your favorite stylist, I'm a fashion killa (Huh) Fuck your favorite model, I'm not your average nigga When love comes calling Don't look back When love comes calling Don't look away When love comes calling Don't look back When love comes calling Don't look away