Cover art for Fashion by Pop Smoke
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Fashion Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Glock nine (Glock nine), thirty (Thirty)
Looking good in all this fashion (Ah)
Looking good in all this fashion (Ah)

On my neck (On my neck), thirty (Thirty)
Looking good in all this fashion (Ah)
Looking good in all this fashion, look (Ah)

Get away (Get away), dirty (Dirty)
You won't look good with this fashion (Nah)
You won't look good with this fashion (Nah)
Get away (Get away), dirty (Dirty)
You won't look good with this fashion (Nah)
You won't look good with this fashion (Nah)
My moves (My moves), sturdy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Looking good in all this fashion (Ah)
Looking good in all this fashion (Ah)
Let it ring (Let it ring), birdie (Like birdie)
Looking good in all this fashion (Ah)
Looking good in all this fashion

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Get straight (Get straight)
To the cash (To the cash)

Looking good in all this fashion (Ah)
Looking good in all this fashion (Ah)

Get straight (Gеt straight)
To the cash (To the cash)

Looking good in all this fashion (Ah)
Looking good in all this fashion (Ah)

[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke & Polo G]
All this aggression (All this aggrеssion)
And all of this action (And all of this action)
Looking good in all this fashion (Fashion)
It's looking good in all this fashion (Fashion)
All this aggression (All this aggression)
And all of this action (And all of this action)
Looking good in all this fashion (Uh, uh)
It's looking good in all this fashion


[Verse 2: Polo G]
Didn't I say not to mention us?
Fuck it, we slidin', 'cause I'm tired of tellin' you that
Fuck all the opps, why the fuck is they claimin' the block where them niggas don't ever be at?
Throwin' up L's for twin 'nem, I'm droppin' the rakes
And you know that I kept me a strap
Slept on the floor at my auntie crib, under the pillow, that's where my little Wesson was at
I told my shawty, "Stop woofin' with niggas on Facebook, I taught you better than that"
He say he ridin' with him 'til they switch
Start twitchin', that bitch got him pedalin' back (Uh)
Say he gon' do some, what?
Them hitters, I keep a few in the cut
Bro got the lo' on the party, we go end it early, come through and start shootin' it up
Foenem keep eatin' them X pills like candy
He just keep chewin' them up
I signed a deal but still ride on the block
Everyday, I ain't been to the stu' in a month
Nah, we ain't Crips, but we lurkin' for blood
Tryna turn their whole crew into runts
So, bitch, when they shoot, better duck
If you lackin', then you out of luck, gang, gang

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