Intro:
Im just sitting here, watching these models
Verse 1:
Who the skinny brudda with the ripped jeans/
Crisp and the wrist clean/
Stood out since about fifteen/
Walk along the runway like a bricks clean/
Slim but the stick beam/
So all your BS better miss me/
Leave a figurine stiffly like a manakin/
When I aim for the head with a cannon ting/
2 shots 4 shots/
Stiff when there's more shots/
Centre of attention like man a taking pure shots/
Catch them in the manor looking foreign like Gabana/
Watch you close like a camera/
Pose froze when I throw up the banner/
And a man think he badder but I'm a dapper like I'm Shabba/
Front seats to the cleet red like a stab a/
9 times outta 10 whites lines for a friend/
That's how is when you climb like a ladder/
9 times outta 10 white lies from a friend/
The games full of snakes when you climb up like ladder/
Hook:
Rolling thru the manor like fashion week/
Chosen by glamour like fashion week/
Watch cats walk like fashion week/
Coz the Mac talks like fashion week/
Verse 2:
Who's the skinny chica with the ripped jeans/
Dresses like she Christine/
Fits size 6 but the hips mean/
Draw for the Mac so the lips beam/
Prestige and the clip leaves/
A throw back like Sumer 16/
Team lit like a candle/
Snapchat pic cause a scandal/
Finest threads wrapped around me Abdulla on a camel/
And the way I walk into the room you think Naomi Campbell/
They don't know a fraction of my grind show me a pattern and design/
Where the man get stitched up all the time/
If she ain't a 2 faced shady b**h you lying/
sh** why you crying/
They don't know a fraction of my time fashion is a crime/
Coz we let the leng off all the time/
Screaming bun your colour ting but that inner colour ring/
Make a n***a wanna Have ta draw for the 9/
Hook X 2