Fashion Killa - A$AP Rocky

Her pistol go…

(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

Her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

I said her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga

I said her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

Her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

I said her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga

Uh, I said

Rocking (Uh), rolling (Uh)

Swagging to the max (Woo)

My bitch a fashion killer, she be busy poppin' tags (Alright)

She got a lot of Prada (Uh)

That Dolce & Gabbana (Uh)

I can't forget Escada (Uh)

And that Balenciaga (Yeah)

I'm sippin' purple syrup (Yeah)

Come be my Aunt Jemima (Right)

And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana (Right)

Her attitude Rihanna (Uh)

She get it from her mama (Yeah)

She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana (Woo)

'Cause everything designer (Yeah)

Her jeans is Helmut Lang (Uh)

Shoes is Alexander Wang and her shirt the newest Donna

Karan (Yeah)

Wearin' all the Cartier frames

Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona

Her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

Her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

I said her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga

I said her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

Her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

I said her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga

I said I see your Jil Sanders (Uh)

Oliver Peoples (Yeah)

Costume National, your Ann Demeulemeester (Alright)

See Visvim be the sneaker (Uh)

Lanvin or Balmain (Uh)

Goyard by the trunk (Uh)

Her Isabel Marant (Alright)

I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior (Uh)

Your Damir Doma (Uh)

Vena Cava from the store (Uh)

I crush down with that top down (Yeah)

Bossy see how I ride 'round (Yeah)

Mami in that Tom Ford

Papi in that Thom Browne (Uh)

Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy, she got it by the stock (Uh)

She ball until she fall, that means she shop until she drop (Uh)

And Versace, got a lot (Uh)

But she may never wear it

But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents and…

Her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

Her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

I said her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga

I said her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

Her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

I said her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga

I said her pistol go

Scoop back tees (Uh)

Breeze in coupe (Uh)

Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together (Yeah, alright)

Bags and links (Uh)

Jeans and shoes (Yeah)

Spikes and patent leathers, different fabrics mixed together

Baby, you and me (Uh)

Me and you (Yeah)

Go away together, we could get away forever (Yeah)

All emotions clashing, thrashing, someone turn the light out

I met my baby expressed my passion on my fashion night out

Her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

Her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

I said her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga

I said her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

Her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

I said her pistol go…

(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)

'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga

I said her pistol go