Intro –
Yeah! (Ha-ha!) Style overload!
This one goes out to every fashion icon, every designer makin' dreams with a needle and thread,
And to all the queens slayin' that runway—own it!
(Metalsunny in the building!) (Ayy, let’s go!) (Oya, move!)

Verse 1 –
Steppin' out clean—no wrinkle, no crease (Ehen!)
From Lagos to Milan, I dey give them the gist (Shebi!)
Drip so hard, dem dey ask, "Who be this?" (Wetin!)
Fresh from my crown down to my kicks (No be small!)
She rock that Ankara like say na gold (Ayy, shine!)
He match that Gucci, steady bold (You know!)
Na fashion we dey use dey talk our code (Code!)
Designer moves, na we dey unfold (Let’s go!)

Chorus –

Walk it, flaunt it, show dem say you get am (Get am!)
Style no be by force, but e sure if you sabi am (You sabi am!)
(Omo, see my drip o, na original plan! –
Runway dey hot, no chill for the glam (Fire!)
(We dey catwalk, catwalk, steady on the jam!)
Designers dey craft, na dem be the gang (Gang!)
(Whether na lace or na silk, we dey bang!)

Verse 2 –

Omo see swagger, tailor-made vibe (Oya now!)
Everything na custom, no be wash or bribe (Clear!)
Camera dey flash, spotlight dey shine (Snap!)
I dey waka like king, na me dey define (King things!)
The cloth na statement, the pose na bold (Bold face!)
I no dey follow trend, I dey write new code (Fresh code!)
Na so we dey do am, no dey carry last (No carry last!)
Metalsunny distinguished to us

Verse 3 –

I dey show face for fashion week (Fashion week!)
Even Paris know my steeze (Oui oui!)
Wetin you wear fit talk your story (Na true!)
So I dress like I sabi glory (Glory!)
Fabrics fine, e dey hug my skin (Hug am!)
Style be loud but na peace within (Hol’ am!)
From streetwear to the runway hall (Runway!)
Omo, na fashion wey dey speak for all (For all!)


(Yeah! Oya!)
Snap back clean with the LV frame (LV!)
Gold on my wrist, no dey chase no fame (Gold thing!)
Na my tailor dey run the game (Tailor game!)
He fit your cloth, e dey sew your name (Sew your name!)
Versace shade, na chill I bring (Versace!)
My swag no loud, e dey soft, e sting (Soft—sting!)
Put respect for the cloth I wear (Respect!)
Na culture dey drip, make it loud and clear! (Culture!)


Bridge –

Fashion no be noise, na vibe (No be noise!)
Every stitch dey talk, no lie (Talk true!)
Your style fit lift your pride (Lift am!)
So rock am well, make e high (Rock am!)


Chorus –

Walk it, flaunt it, show dem say you get am (Get am!)
Style no be by force, but e sure if you sabi am (You sabi am!)
(Omo, see my drip o, na original plan! – Backup: Drip drip!)
Runway dey hot, no chill for the glam (Fire!)
(We dey catwalk, catwalk, steady on the jam!)
Designers dey craft, na dem be the gang (Gang!)
(Whether na lace or na silk, we dey bang!)


Outro –

To all my fashion soldiers across the globol
tinted sting and sure, cris rabari