Lyrics: Ndawambi Kasambala
Music: Ndawambi Kasambala
Fashion
How you out here stinking when your stink ass stink
Why you out here bitching with your bitch ass bitch
Pull up late
It’s bae I’m fashion
Pull up late
It’s bait I’m patterned
I had to scan
To see what’s next up
I had to scan
I’m Iniesta
I ain’t tryna fight
But I’m a stand up
Truthfully
I ain’t tryna fight
But ima hit him with
The two piece
Sad times out here
Brothers gotta gang up
Dropped one
Spared one
So he could pick his mans up
tryna get with shorty
And her friend
So we can frolic good
deep in your ends
Tryna blend,
This is not my hood.
Bro was copping zeds
2010
Up to no good
I Never dropped the ball
I just shifted with the no look
Talk tough jaws spinning like a beyblade
Only time a G checked me was on payday
Mind out I ain’t messing with a melee
Lick shots from the back like pele
Pull up late
It’s bae I’m fashion
Pull up late
It’s bait I’m patterned
I had to scan
To see what’s next up
I had to scan
I’m iniesta
How you out here stinking when your stink ass stink
Why you out here bitching with your bitch as bitch
2026 feels so good to be an African
2026 I been building up my acumen
Cali way too loud
Had my locs in an entanglement
Cali way too loud
Got the ziploc just to pack it in
Corner boy I may sell,
Or vendetta
And set a play on your head like Arteta
These brothers ain’t on none
And they all bitter
I will show you rule of thumb
With a gun finger
I’m a black black black black black black black
Black British bastard
And it’s that that that that that that that that that that that
If I get it started
Run another check
Drop another stack
She don’t need my love
But I know she got my back
Pull up late
It’s bae I’m fashioned