Junior - SoNo lyrics

Ha, Fake a** n***as talking about they stylists' and sh** n***a you styling who? We both gonna have to take L's for this one You always talking, never saying nothing You steady spraying, n***as stay bluffing Come f** with us cause we stay puffin Always dressing up. You want a stage or something? This is not a game, I stay stuntin You better stick to court, with them J's scuffin Got the flame hand, missing 3's, no buckets Got your skirt showin, it's cool just tuck it Bottles, bottles, on deck Rose gold chain on my neck Just wait for my next check Street fashion will catch wreck You gone see me in that Juun J Last season but it's Juun J Why you still dressing like it's June K? I wanna see you in new sh** today We off that, it's fall now Imma let you slide, maybe it's May today Hit him wit that: It may be lay To be honest, i'm not lying looking at you is like a 90's replay Stick to the lay-ups, Until you get your lay up f** with me imma hang you up Like that the out of trend sh**, on that coat hanger tip I would say see you at NY Fashion Week But I can't, Donna tell him, his fashion's weak n***a, you can't pa** for chic With thite tee's looking like my f**ing matress sheets Versace Versace I'm sorry to tell you that's not how you say it (Givenchy) My everything's O1 it's bout time that you pay it Yah - my style got a copyright Guess this n***a didn't learn how to copy right He on that FUBU, that oowoo, that who knew, he tried it Boo you, those Sam's shoes, yup Adams, where'd you find it? That hat contest, I won that sh** This fashion sh**, I run this sh** b**h Oh you want style? Sorry, can't Trademark, I own that sh** I'm bout to straight up Naiomi Campbell your stupid a** If I get some new shoes you might luck up, earn a f**ing cla** These colors, they don't go together; I really thought that you'd know better You should know better - wait! I heard you styling those n***as EPIC! Red yellow green - you robin Black on black you poppin Denim jacket just to bop in All white show stopin Pastels, that's my top end All them other colors, f** them other colors That's what I be rockin', that's what I'm rockin' Hold up hold up I'm just saying nothing fancy, MK on my wrist While you stylin', I meant lyin', I'll put my hair in twist I won't lie; I love that b**h Coco Sorry to tell you, your style won't make it in SoHo I'm stylin' from Alexander McQueen Dior to Loubitin Got Marc Jacobs on my hip Gucci Prada ain't my sh** Mary Quant was not that rich De La Renta sure can stitch Balmain I'll take that trip For Ferragamos on my tip Imma have to hit em with that double pleat Got layers on, got layers on Yohji Yamamato, Y-3 on my feet Meat a** n***as imma hit repeat You just real neat (4x) I'm not just coming for that clown n***a who took my title I'm not gone worry cause deep down I'm still his idol Runnin' town with my Hanns on Got the f**ing Ray blinds on Never catch me with Brons on Stick a pin in you, watch your head deflate, it was time for it I'll end you with that monochrome That Nautica that Rag & Bone f** Tommy, Ralph and Calvin From Milan and London Fendi Fendi, damn I want some Fendi I'm thinking bout gettin a pleated coat A leather bag and male tote Comme des Garcons this hommie playin' Come the f** on what the hell you slayin'? n***a this cause you said my name Thought my name would take you straight to fame But you sellin pills, I'm designing lines 3, 2, 1 Phillip Lim, Parsons, Ssense life I'm comin, for, his knees (Hoo-Ah) Its 90, dee f**ing grees (Hoo-Ah) Said oh my god don't do it please Still rockin' dingy Levi jeans I'm about to take you to a Public School Kanye teach him something, he don't know the rules My pants ain't neva even seen the ground Got my ankles out, yeah my cankles brown Imma get like Jimmy and Chew you up Spit you out, sew you up Anything you wear imma show you up Zac, tell these posers what the f** is up