1st Verse

(Yo, Rah Rah)

Dipped in Dior bloke

Bladed glove in my fanny pack (Yeah)

I never sleep well on Elm Street (What, is he buggin'?)

Stanley Kubrick insomnia heart-attack

Yeah my straight jacket's Channel

William Shatner mask inside of my Louie bag

I never sleep well on Christmas Eve (But is he thuggin'?)

I'm pretty sure this time I won't get over jet lag

Reckon this [?] from [?] like Goldie Hawn

'least I imagined it that way with a name like that

All my accounts went through Swiss, but yet they're overdrawn

Like Lamborghini Sketchers [?] way too fast

Make sure you don't drop the ball unless on Tom Brady

Except I have a gazelle instead of Gizelle beside me

Phantom oral grill orthopedic masks over wavy

Upon my hooves is some constellation [?]

Hook

Fa-shion-a-bly, late

(whoa, hey, heh, hey, whoa)

If you show up too early you look thirsty (x3)

Fa-shion-a-bly, late

(whoa, hey, heh, hey, whoa)

If you're the first one at the party

You're not Cardi (Brrrrr)

2nd Verse

[?] stocks, thermal socks, chainsaw on the duffel

A vintage looking bowling bag prototype where my muzzle

Is located in case you gotta transport the god

Anthony Hopkins Martinez hiding bodies in Prague

Zavala already been tuckin' hockey mask inside his Bentley dash

But since the Great Depression [?] flag

Was planted on the surface of the moon by Ryan Gosling

While wearing your denim acid jacket ignoring his offspring

Our buzz has been like Aldrin all during the jawn

The early ninety's is now nineteenth in this two thousand route

Meaning that time traveling is possible from inadvertent biting

Or calculated imbecile tenses with no timing

Either way, silver lining upon my [?] we're dining

Caviar in a last Black Dahli' we coal mining

And finding diamonds the size of Tyrion

While traveling abroad [?] autobahn into oblivion

Hook

Fa-shion-a-bly, late

(whoa, hey, heh, hey, whoa)

If you show up too early you look thirsty (x3)

Fa-shion-a-bly, late

(whoa, hey, heh, hey, whoa)

If you're the first one at the party

You're not Cardi (Brrrrr)

3rd Verse

I got this play thing in my Fendi pouch

I got the slingshot from a royal house

I stole it fair and square without a doubt

I'm Lil' Pippy from East Prague

I'm Nigel's cousin comin' out that thick fog with a Scottie dog

And plum stains all over my britches

Ninety-nine problematic pairs of JNCO jeans put on exhibit

My other trouser's slim Dickies

Surgical mask painted with Burberry insigni's

I promise you Alpha Romeo Day O (Day O!)

Freddy Mercury yellow jacket falsetto comprendo

Never pretend though (though)

We are the real thing (thing)

Like what you born with rather than what you purchasing

But who am I to say anything with these golden teeth

Veneers beneath them all so gleam in the cue when I speak

And not to mention physique like Oscar trophy

Fuck out my face, you were the first one at the party brodie

Hook

Fa-shion-a-bly, late

(whoa, hey, heh, hey, whoa)

If you show up too early you look thirsty (x3)

Fa-shion-a-bly, late

(whoa, hey, heh, hey, whoa)

If you're the first one at the party

You're not Cardi (Brrrrr)