IT'S KD, V.I.C. - Fashion

You know fashion is my shit
They put me they put you you know who they with
Couple racks on the fit
You know i'm lit
3000 dollars on the jacket
Givenchy drip and a Gucci wallet
Yeah
I'm the big dog in the house
Ballin' out on the block
Fuck with me you know i got a glock (Pop Pop)
Last time a hater came at me got dropped
Last time a bitch played me got blocked
Last time a pussy talked shit got knocked
Now i be making the racks non stop
I'm making bread bitch
They call me KD remember that
You know I only speak facts
Bitches on my dick like snacks
Can I get a witness please watch me get high
Watch me fly high in the sky
High like i'm on the top
Money I got a lot
I be thinking with my brain not my cock
In my zone my flow cold like stone
People ask what i do i rather keep it unknown yeah
I keep everything to myself
I put the baddest bitch on the shelve
If I don't trust my look i trust my wealth
You know fashion is my shit
They put me they put you you know who they with
Couple racks on the fit
You know i'm lit
3000 dollars on the jacket
Givenchy drip and a Gucci wallet
Yeah
I'm the big dog in the house
Ballin' out on the block
Fuck with me you know i got a glock (Pop Pop)
Last time a hater came at me got dropped
Last time a bitch played me got blocked
Last time a pussy talked shit got knocked
Now i be making the racks non stop
I'm making bread bitch
I designered all the my threads and now my wrist is bussing
She text I leave the bitch on read, that's end of discussion
We leave these Pussy niggas head aching no Robitussin
Look at my chain it's solid gold while your necklace rusty
Fuck a bitch
I'm a solo nigga
Ride my wave
But don't dive up in it
Swallow my kids
That's my babysitter
I'm the bed got your girl singing like Beyoncé
Steady cash coming in, yeah you know I'm extra paid
Leave the lames in the dust, skrt off in a fucking wraith
I got a ounce up in the backwood bag, yeah let's roll a j
All my diamonds on my water, make you drown like a lake
Don't got time for it
I'm on my grind not
Imma dime while you're looking like a five boy
Feel like curry shooting from the 3 point line boy
Cross him over then I shoot it from behind boy
Flip a bitch like a nickel and it's landing on heads
Eyes read like a demon rolling off the meds
I can't tell if he a homie or the feds
Cause these niggas always snitching
Hella plotting on the bread
Moving like up down left right
Feeling like I got the codes up in GTA
Spend the money like I won the fuckin lottery today
Feel like Giannis with my buck and catch a body in the paint
Yeah
Catch a body in the paint
Catch a body in the paint
All my diamonds on me hella fuckin' water like a lake
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Written by:
KHALED WAHBY, VIC SMITH

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