[Intro]
If looks could kill

[Chorus]
Baby, I'm the fashion demon
Ridin' down Candler Road and I'm speedin'
I got hella hoes tryna fuck me and my bros (My bros)
I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road (On the road)
I get hella green and I get hella 'chos (Hella 'chos)
These n***as green as fuck, I'm 'bout to get over (Get over)
No, bitch, I'm not greenin' out, you can nug it over (Can't get over)
I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova (Dellavedov')
Don't shop at Dover's (Nah)
Don't shop at Neiman's (Nah, no)
Don't commit treason (Nah)
Everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic (Huh, so strategic)
Baby, please don't leave mе
I don't need you, and I know that you don't need me (But I want you)
I done got the flyеst, I'm on a date with the moon this evenin' (Huh)
She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceivin' (So deceivin')
If looks could kill, that makes every day Halloween, man (It's Halloween)

[Verse]
I get bitches, I don't need no wingman (No wingman)
I get richer, I don't sell no weed, man (Not right now)
I smoke dope by the pound, yeah, for real
Huh, I'm on the top of the mountain, king of the hill (We top floor)
Uh, I don't like no Swisher, I like Grabba Leaf, lil' n***a (Grabba, Grabba, Grabba)
Real deal codeine sipper, walk 'round with a purple liver (Purple)
Uh, I'm a fashion killer, I'm a shit popper, babe (Shit popper, babe)
I'm a real big baller, but won't let no lil' bitch play with me (Grabba, Grabba)
I'm a pussy killer, after I hit it, might let her lay with me (Huh)
She a fashion killer, check out how she walk in, yo, look, she slayin' it (Huh)
My boy got a trigger finger, he ready to pull it, so, please, don't play with him (Grrah)
I smoke 'til my lungs black, lil' bitch, I take a lil' blunt and I face that shit (Huh, face it)
I look at my demons and face 'em (Face 'em)
Take the Chrome Hearts Timbs and I lace 'em (Ha)
I'm walkin' through hell, I got an FN loaded up with a laser (Rah)
My bitch rockin' Chanel, I put on Balenciaga for all of my haters
I gotta go, bitch, l'Il see you later (Go)
I'm the Dark Lord, real soul taker (Huh)
I'm the Top Floor Boss and lil' player (Boss)
I put on big pants, real deal raver (Raver)
(Raver, raver)
[Chorus]
Baby, I'm the fashion demon (Demon)
Ridin' down Candler Road and I'm speedin' (Speedin')
I got hella hoes tryna fuck me and my bros (My bros)
I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road (On the road, shows)
I get hella green and I get hella 'chos (Hella 'chos)
These n***as green as fuck, I'm 'bout to get over (Get over)
No, bitch, I'm not greenin' out, you can nug it over (Can't get over)
I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova (Like Dellavedov')
Don't shop at Dover's (No)
Don't shop at Neiman's (No)
Don't commit treason (No)
Everything I do is for a reason (Reason)
Everything I do is so strategic (Huh, so strategic)
Baby, please don't leave me (Please don't leave me)
I don't need you, and I know that you don't need me (But I want you)
I done got the flyest, I'm on a date with the moon this evenin' (Ayy)
She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceivin' (So deceivin')
If looks could kill, that makes every day Halloween, man (It's Halloween)

[Outro]
(Ayy, Clayco, cook that motherfucker up)