new stylist - fifth ave jay lyrics
[intro]
gra, gra, gra
new stylist, b*tch, you know i get heavy
oh yeah, like, look, look, look
[verse 1]
she said she drippin’, she know what i do
y’all n*ggas ain’t handle that coupe
sacks, i’m in that money, give racks
fifth ave, lil’ n*gga, don’t choke, get back
look, you gotta get it
it’s like fashion, n*gga, when i’m stylin’
y’all n*ggas really, really, really stylin’
they get the money, now you say i’m wildin’
that lil’ b*tch and i rock her to sleep
back*backshots, lil’ b*tch, i’m a beast
y’all n*ggas feelin’ like pop smoke
lil’ b*tch, you know i’m a thief in the night
y’all n*ggas say he wanna fight
hold on, y’all know how to fight?
bark up, lil’ n*gga, don’t stop
it might be a knock, right here for my—
[verse 2]
or they playin’ with me
i’m not confessin’, i spend all that free
bad lil’ b*tch and she f*ck me for free
i don’t really need her, lil’ b*tch, no
she like a smooch and she givin’ that sh*t
head down, lil’ b*tch, who is me?
gra, you said it’s me versus me
and you was right, lil’ b*tch, i’ma show you how i be
like, gang, like, f*ck it, what they gon’ do?
i ain’t here for nothin’
i got fashion, i’m drippin’ for somethin’
no stars, lil’ b*tch, i ain’t clearin’ for nothin’
she like, my style be buggin’
i be wildin’, lil’ b*tch, i be smokin’ the function
like, oh yeah, look at my drip, my swag
b*tch, you know i’m the one in my bag, like, d*mn
[verse 3]
i put that dolce & gabbana on like a b*tch and i’m gettin’ the racks
chanel and fleece, michael lomero’s
lil’ b*tch and i’m frownin’ like billie on jean
young n*gga comin’ too clean, ice
i like the way she gon’ slurp, like, d*mn
i tell her, slurp the whole team, like, f*ck it
what you gon’ do? ain’t nothin’
[verse 4]
we got no job, b*tch
like, what you gon’ do? work on me now?
like, b*tch, i ain’t payin’ your bills, b*tch
i got my own kids for this sh*t
i gotta do my own lil’ sh*t
fashion for week, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, b*tch
sat*rday, i’ma smoke on that weed
sunday, i might go chill with the bro
call up bros, get a b
i got some young n*ggas, see what they do
like, i know they really goin’, like, what?
we out to smoke up that smoke
see, we got drip, yeah, we got fashion
young n*gga know how to roll, like, d*mn
like, no stylin’, i get the money, i’m wildin’
[outro]
like, no stylin’, bad lil’ b*tch be wildin’
no stylin’, young n*gga come out, i’m wildin’
no stylist, my n*ggas gon’ be splashin’
no stylist, my n*ggas gon’ splash
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