Playboi Carti, Key Glock - Fashion Killer lyrics
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Playboi Carti, Key Glock - Fashion Killer lyrics]
Carti (Slatt, Bitch, buh-buh-buh-buh)
Hold up 2900, nigga (Buh buh-buh-buh)
That chopper dump 'em (Woo, woo)
My money gon' fuck 'em (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
That's too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah
It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It's me and my brother
(Buh buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah
(Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)
I'm a fashion killer (Buh buh)
Half of my young niggas they stay tweaking
Yeah
Pull up to your spot and I start geeking
Hol' up (What?)
Man we killed that boy cause he was tweaking
(Bup, what?)
And I fucked this hoe, when you leaving
Hol' up (Bup, bup, what?)
Bitch I been paid
Skeleton AP, that's a real cage, yeah
(Buh buh-buh-buh)
I just poured a deuce in the minute maid
Big slime bitch, yeah I been flame, hol' up
That chopper dump 'em (Woo, woo)
My money gon' fuck 'em (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
That's too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah (Gang)
It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It's me and my brother
(Buh buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, Gang)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah (Skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr)
I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29, yeah)
I'm a fashion killer (Buh buh, Big killer)
Yeah, yeah
Bitch I'm a fashion killer (Bitch)
Watch me take your ho and drill her
(Watch me take your ay, yeah)
Money long, short temper
(Money long, short temper)
Ice on, make you shiver (Ice)
I'm stone cold, get 'em froze like December
(Stone Cold)
With my bro, Cash Carti, that's my nigga
(That's my bro)
If you play, get it wrong, we go gorilla
(yeah we go, Buh, buh-buh)
Pull up with them things and there flip you
(yeah we Blood)
With the pistols, or the (Let's go)
That chopper dump 'em (Woo, woo)
My money gon' fuck 'em (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
That's too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah
It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It's me and my brother
(Buh buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah
(Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)
I'm a fashion killer (Buh buh, What?)